Four Carnies completed the race this year.

First home was Karen Harrison (below) in 3:48:16 to complete both marathons in the county this year.  Dave Mounter (above) was next in 4:11:25 and made it 14 out of 14 GP races in this his 60th birthday year.

Steve Marks recorded an excellent 4:23:40 and we wait with bated breath to read about his adventures once he's recovered!

Graham Pugh recorded a PB of 4:06 just 3 weeks ago in the Amsterdam Marathon.  He made the most of it and put all those training miles to good use by running the Cornish as well!  His time this time was 4:26:33.

Full results are in the Race Results section.

THE HILLS ARE ALIVE!
If you remember the movie of Sound of Music, the Von Carn family will readily
come to mind. Dave (Max) Mounter was first to arrive, followed by Karen (Louisa)
Harrison and finally the Graham (Friedrich) Pugh and Steve (Kurt) Marks.
Injury prevented Wendy (Maria) but she was there to teach us to sing “far a long,
long way to run” and she made all my running clothes out of curtains.

The mist on the moors was very similar to the hills of Salzburg and driving to the start
the hill at 24 miles prompted a quick chorus of Climb Every Mountain.
Friedrich and I decided that this course was not one to meddle with so decided that
getting round uninjured before nightfall was the sensible thing to do so as the gun
went off it was a chorus of So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehn etc and avoid
Von tripping over all the gels that were falling from runners belts.

Twice round the village and its off into the countryside for an undulating time. Nice
Even ten minute miles and it gave us the chance for some remarkably daft humour
which is unlike us. Golitha Falls looked a little empty so we decided it was time to
turn it into a raging torrent and release some of the water we were carrying in our
bladders back to mother nature.
15 miles of steady running got us to Jamaica Inn and the welcome site of Maria
and entourage (Val) with schnitzel (banana) and strudel (jelly babies) and a bottle
of schnapps (water) to get us through the valley below which starts at Sixteen coming
On Seventeen

The merits of fencing was among the varied topics discussed while running the flat
road through the valley. Our attempts at a Mexican wave with just two of us did
attract Maria and her helpers with yet more sustenance before a lonely goat-herd
greeted us before the start of the climb back up at 21.
Passing a few poor souls who had the Von Cramps as we climbed we realised the
hills were not in fact alive but endless and were wishing we had Idle Vices as hobbies
and not pretending we were escaping from jack booted nazis over the Alps.

Climbing through hill 24 the horses looked remarkably like the meat inside the
Ginsters pasties to follow. Grahams earlier jaunt through Amsterdam was just taking
its toll on the final big climb so I took off just in case there was an attractive sheep.
Maria and party were at the finish line for the finale and closing chorus. And there we
were, we’d escaped.

Thanks to all who came along to make this a good day, supporters and there were
many, marshals and organisers but thanks most of all to Friedrich for making such
a hard race into an enjoyable one even though its unlikely to be repeated.
Well done to Karen and Dave for getting around in good time unscathed and for
attempting one of those pasties.
Thanks to East Cornwall for a good day out and although there were no Iron Crosses
at the finish due to a miscalculation of the length of a marathon, it was worth it.