I MADE it home in time for Tavistock Athletic Club's 25th anniversary dinner on Friday night — and not quite before daylight disappeared.
So after a five-minute turnaround I was out the door for my run, heading up to Roos Tor on Dartmoor.
Starting out on the track, I thought I'd found my night vision, but within minutes of heading up across the moor, I was face down in the mud! Thanks to the parting clouds I found my way home by moonlight, but I don't think I'd recommend running after 5pm without a head torch!
Once scrubbed up I headed into Tavistock to join the running club celebrations. It was an honour to meet some of the founder members and recognise the club's achievements over the years. For a small town we are so fortunate to have such a great club, and now with its very own tartan running track.
This week I've been enjoying the benefits of preparation.
No, I'm not referring to training. Over what has felt like months I've been planning to paint the walls in my flat, which looked like a simple straightforward job.
Coming from a practical family where everyone except me is involved in the Fell Partnership building business, I was determined to complete this myself.
I never knew how much prep was needed before slapping on the paint.
Several DIY attempts later, including many phone calls home, I've at last put the paintbrush into action.
Now I'm on a roll, even spray painting my second-hand wicker furniture over the weekend.
The end is in sight . . .