After a two hour drive across to the Molesworth Farm Station we arrived to a tent village of running refugees on Friday evening. Everything was coated in a few millimetres of dust which had penetrated everything during the drive.
The day of the race dawned much cooler with a forecast for showers later.
This is the view from the start up the Molesworth Valley. This was the greenest part of the run.
This is me at my brightest at the start along with 20 other like minded solo starters, finger on the timer ready for the countdown to the start.
The steepest hill was the Davis Pass at 7 km after which the run was mostly flat or undulating. The event had plenty of activity with all the other solo runners and team runners with their support vehicles. The impression when running is completely different to driving as you are much more aware of the surroundings than you are in a vehicle. I genuinely enjoyed running in this stark bleak region.
Noel Morriss - vehicle support
Just another 20 km to go. As the final legs of the relay teams has left by now, the last 20 km or so were quite lonely but thankfully John and Noel were close at hand with the cloud rolling up Jacks Pass.
Downhill, 5 km to go, 25minutes to cut off, therefore only 5 minute kms at the end of 80km. Unlike the Blues Brothers I did not have sunglasses or a full tank of petrol.
This was the hardest bit - running downhill with 3kms to go is pretty sore on the quads.
Finally across the finish line.( 85 km). It was great to see Christy Rhodes and Rachel Holdaway at the end who had been leafleting in Hanmer for Beat Bowel Cancer Aotearoa. Many thanks to Maurice (event organiser with clipboard on the right) for keeping the course open for the tail enders, as at 10h 24mins I was outside the official cutoff.
The evening was celebrated with prize giving and poetry recitals describing everyones experience. Many thanks again to Maurice for letting me speak a few words about BBCA, with an impromptu collection raising $230+ for the charity. For good measure my poem was chosen as the winner so I am the Molesworth Bard for this year. I think this just demonstrates that slower runners have more time to think!
The Ballad of Molesworth
What can you say to describe The Molesworth?
Of what I can say it is definitely dusty,
With gel eating runners - notably gusty
And support crews all round, reliably trusty
But when you get to the cut off gate
It is there that you start to hallucinate
For a woman there, who is really size eight
Immediately appears, all lusty and busty
But of all the words, in your "a" to "zee"
Requires a new word in your vocabulary
As whilst the Molesworth is certainly dusty, gusty, trusty and busty
It is totally, utterly, awesomely Zusty.
( Apologies Dr Seuss)