The setting of clocks to BST means lighter evenings and runs through the lanes on club nights for South Devon Athletic Club.
We went up a big hill, down a big hill towards Stoke Gabriel, back up a big hill to Waddeton, and then back down to the leisure centre.
You might expect an experienced runner to wear the right socks but I didn't, and ended up with a bloody heel in return for the schoolboy error.
The Lovely Lady Group went quickly and we lost three old men off the back. Fortunately they found their way home without mishap a few minutes behind us.
The London Marathon runners went up on the coach today. The Caerphilly Kid texted at 7.30am inviting entries for the temperature game. I was the only one who guessed correctly that the roadside gauge at Taunton would say 12 degrees.
The Caerphilly Kid and Elmer had eaten all their sandwiches before Bridgwater and Elmer was already asking if they were there yet.
Later they texted to say they were caught in a loop at the London Pride stall at Excel, endlessly returning for more free samples. I told them to stay put. Stewards would surely carry them out when they fell down.
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