For the Brighton marathon yesterday I asked everyone I knew for song suggestions to fill up my playlist and help me carry my friends around the course. I asked my Dad, who despite being in his mid-60s has much better music taste than I have ever had, and he came up trumps with this bad boy. It was the only song I HAD to hear again. The strings and drums came to a crescendo as the sun came out on the seafront, glittering along the water and bouncing off the pier. It was so beautiful. It was also only mile 11 and I didn’t hate running yet.