The Marvellous Molesworth ( well for the first nine and a half hours)

This weekend has proven to be a real expedition. Me and my team of Noel and John travelled to Hanmer in temperatures in the high twenties with me realising that I had been deficient in my hot weather preparations.

We arrived in Hanmer about 2 hours ahead of schedule much to son John's mirth regarding my obsession with not being late. The southern gate to the high country station opened at 6 pm . This was my first venture into this area, first impressions being that this was an unrecognised New Zealand desert.

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)