The rain and strong winds had a day off much to the relief of a what must have been a record entry for the race. Sun and no wind? Surely not! But, yes it was true. The only signs of the bad weather of the previous few days was the re-enactment of the Battle of the Somme as the early arrivals tried to park their cars in the quagmire that was the rugby field.
The race started at 1030 and the bumper field assembled on the main road sped off for the downhill dash through the town. Thirty-three Carnies joined the charge for the suicidal one mile marker!
Once again Rory was the man on form and headed the Carn procession.
The thing about this race is that for the first mile everyone is under the impression that it’s a 5K! Half way through Penrose Walks they think “Well, maybe it’s a 10K”.
By Loe Bar sands and Gunwalloe cliffs reality is hitting home.
It’s a long way up that road to Culdrose sports fields and the main road home.
Rory’s strength was what was required and he powered home in a fantastic 19th place overall.
It was another 5 minutes before the next Carnie appeared but then they came in droves with the next 10 coming in closely bunched and some good tussles going on in the finishing stages.
It was great to see so many new faces pulling on the vest and racing for the club.
With so many Carnies enjoying what is a fantastic course let us hear how it was for you by sending a few words in to Alison or Chris.
Loads more Photos to be seen in gallery - thanks to Brydie, Carol and Karen. (A few may need to bribe us not to publish – Mike Mack….).
Your views..........
"Never mind John F Murray and all the other psychologists. Wendy and I have found the answer to or for that extra adrenaline or drive that gets you past the line in a PB. Argue over something trivial about 3 hours before the race and I can predict success. If you find it difficult to find anything trivial or argumentative, come and see me and I have loads of them. It works. Even better if you can forget what it was all about afterwards, I can guarantee success.
Wendy, thanks to fellow Norfolk and good runner, Chris B, somehow managed to knock nearly eight minutes off last year. And I knocked off five, special thanks to Dennis for letting me borrow his right shoulder for the last 3 miles. The queue stars here for our new product.
Mind you, there must have been some industrial espionage on Sunday as so many Carnies turned in cracking performances. Despite Rory’s (the Alan Whicker of marathons “There's just not-enough marathons-to go round”) heroics he loses points after dropping Brydie in the cart by inviting everyone round for lunch.
Pride of place must go to Stevie Phillips (pic left). The anguish this poor chap has gone through so he can run the streets of London in a fortnight would drive Mother Teresa to drink. He got round his way in a pretty good time and his confidence has come at just the right time. Trouble is he is running for Lifeboats and have you seen how they launch them things?
Brilliant dayboos by Paul, Steve and Tom and well done to all 33 who grimaced for Carol’s camera in the finish straight. Can’t fault a race that provides the Meze of running.
Just in case Wendy and I don’t get to see you all before, the Carnies running Taunton (Oi gotta brairnd nyoo comboyne arvista), Paris (Je ne regrette rien) and London (Neas up Muvver Brawn, gawd bless the Queen Muvva), all the very best of luck and we know you will do the club but more importantly yourselves, proud.
If I missed anything crucial I’m sorry but write your own next time!"
Stevie Marks
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