Zennor Moors Run – New Years Day 2010

Couldn’t ask for better weather though the temperature was below freezing and very wet and muddy underfoot.

over 30 hardy souls turned up from various clubs. Some from very far afield.
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The start time was 11 am and amazingly Mad Mark turned up at 10 seconds before 11 am. Really!

He was a vital part to this run as he would have the tail end charlie job with a walkie talkie in case of any injuries etc. And be on hand to pick up all the discarded insulation tape. [All will be explained]

My bright idea was to lead the run and lay down different coloured insulation tape at strategic points to indicate left right or straight on.
Great idea in theory, however, when it comes to the practical side of things I hadn’t taken into account the temperature would be below zero and therefore the tape would be so brittle, keep on breaking and be impossible to peel off the roll with numb hands and bitten finger nails.

Noel Kindon came to my rescue with better nails on a number of occassions [perhaps I should re phrase that?] along with others. But it sort of worked I think. Well at least no one got lost and Mark handed me a ball of multi coloured tape at the end.

No injuries other than me. More about that later.

Very hard climb up muddy granite strewn paths to the top of Zennor Carn and then a short breather to congregate and take stock of the history and spectacular views from up there.

Then onward along the ridge path of the carn through a cave [fallen slab] and onto the northern end where we pass by the Logan stone [balancing rock] but of biblical proportions and then onto a section which is, though flat, horrendous in difficulty.

Absolutley no chance of looking up to admire any views at this point. Total concentration needed with a muddy ice covered track about 2 inches wide and gorse thigh high or more.

And incidentally, congratulations to Paul Hooper’s son who managed to do the whole distance and must have been below the height of the gorse!!

On past Zennor Quoit a bronze age burial chamber and then at last easier running as we head back off the hill towards a section of road running for about threequarters of a mile.

The last couple of miles is sheer bliss in comparison. Dead flat, beautiful countryside through ancient field systems thousands of years old. A little bit more mud as you would expect in January and on into Zennor.

At least you are able to look up and admire the views in the last section and even run side by side for a bit of a chat.

One field we passed through the locals were out with shotguns shooting woodcock? Bit disconcerting at moments due to shotgun blasts going off only 20 metres or so from our running path.
The walkie talkie was strangley silent throughout, so I gave Mark a call as I finished.

Hello old bean, everything is tickity boo,was the reply

Chris Trewellah as far as I know was the only faller. Twice! And he fell at the St Levan costal run a couple of days earlier. And the only injury was me, oh yes.

Not really an injury incurred because of the race but just aggravated by it.

I started this run with 4 seperate niggles and the one that I
thought I was over was the one that went. Quad ached because of too many squats a few days previous. Achilles ached from beach run in November. Knee ached when my leg fell out of bed 5 days ago in my sleep and it twisted. Yep, you heard it right, I injured myself in my sleep!!! How bad is that?… And my calf muscle decided to complain after my gentle jog to Mousehole for the Christmas lights run. Useless arn’t I. And it was the calf that gave up the ghost at about the halfway point ensuring I had to limp back.

But anyway, everyone seemed to enjoy it and into the Tinners Arms afterwards.

Thanks to all who turned up. See you here next year.

Geoff L

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