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The Lakeland 50, a race report

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_0270Sweat is pouring from me. The air is thick and sticky… My shirt clings to my skin, soaked, unable to absorb any more moisture… I try to shut my mind to the heat, that is slowly cooking me as I struggle to maintain my pace climbing out of Fusedale Valley. It’s like running in to the center of the earth, the further I go, the hotter it seems to get… I long to be on the fell tops, where it must be cooler… It can’t be hotter than here..!

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4452 Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4459Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4460It had all been going so well, a short four mile loop around Dalemain had seen us spread out nicely and the pace had seemed easy, even it the heat… I settled in to a steady rhythm, and before a moment had passed, I was through the first checkpoint at Howtown, a fist full of fig rolls in my hand as I headed towards hell…

Behind and as well as in front, hundreds of runners are strung out over the mountainside, all of us are heading towards Coniston, 40 miles away. We won’t all make it… We struggle on this climb, the first major one of the day, and it’s slowly picking us off…

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_0278Finally I stop climbing, the ground easies out, and I can breath again… I pick up speed and allow my legs to carry me forward… Haweswater eventually appears from behind High Kop, shimmering in the heat as I start to descend. The air thickens once again, sweat runs free from my brow… We run and then walk, before running again along the lake side… I flew this section when I reccied the course a few months back, today I struggle to maintain any pace, in the heat… I fill my bottle from streams, and drink hungrily, but the water isn’t satisfying, its warm, like that from a tap that just won’t run cold…  I try to eat a gel, forcing  it down, but it won’t go and I wash the stickiness from my fingers…

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_0260I’ve been running less than 4 hours and the wheels have fallen well and truly off… I’m melting slowly in the sun. I can’t seem to eat, and yet I know I must… I haul myself up from the ground where I’ve been sitting and drink TORQ Energy from my platy-pus, it’s sweet and warm in this heat, but it seems to do the trick, providing me with the kick I need…

Finally, the checkpoint at Mardale Head appears, I drink flat coke, hot soup and scoff cheese and pickle sarnies. It’s an oasis in the desert, I fill my face with “free” food, before shouting my thanks as I head towards Gatesgarth Pass. It’s steep and hot again, I know for many Gatesgarth is a demon waiting in hell, but for me, it’s been a target for most of the morning. I know when I’m at the top, the hard part is behind me. I’ve been looking forward to the climb.  I relish the steepness, knowing its the fastest way to the top. I bump into a friend and we chat about races and adventures past and planned as we fly up the hill, over taking as we go…

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4462Reaching the top, I slow for a few moments to take in the view, looking down Longsleddale, before dropping like a stone down the rough concrete path which leads us to Sadgill and the next climb… It passes in a distant haze, as I fly above my body, like a helium ballon, looking down as the slow torture takes place…

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4463I wake up collapsed on the road outside the Kentmere Checkpoint. A Strawberry and Blueberrie smoothy is in my hand and it tastes amazing… It’s finished at record speed and I instantly want another, but daren’t risk too much fruit… As it previous Checkpoints, my water bottle is filled without asking, five star service befitting the best restaurants… But I’m not hanging around to enjoy it too long… my watch beeps and It’s time to start running again… Only another 23 miles now, almost there…

Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4464 Reuben_Tabner_Lakeland50_4465The rain starts just as I approach Ambleside, I love running in the rain, and it increases the spring in my step, but I have to fight to keep it there. As I run through the streets, people stop and cheer, clapping and raising glasses in the beer gardens… I want to stop and absorb it all, but it pushes me forward, lifts my spirt as I search down the Checkpoint, a mug of hot soup awaits…

Time is flying now, the light is fading with the dark clouds as I run along Langdale. I stop only briefly at Chapel Stile, more soup to warm my gut and to stoke the fire. I resist the chimineas outside the gazebo and I run on, in to the evening glom. I find it very comforting and resist switching on my head torch straightaway. But as I climb up towards Blea Tarn, dusk finally turns to dark and the drizzle returns but I know the way…

The suffering of so long ago, is quickly forgotten as the rain washes away the pain. I eat a Rhubarb and Custard gel and remember the hard boiled sweets I used to love as child… they maybe explain the fillings in my mouth… The next checkpoint at Tilberthwaite is not far now, but it never seems to arrive… And then there in the distance I spy fairy lights… I arrive to find Christmas well underway. Presents under the tent consist of more flat coke, sweets and cookies… There’s a chair, but as the rain fills the roof with water it cascades down my back, forcing me back on my feet… We sing happy birthday for a runners who birthday it probably isn’t, then we sing it again for a runner, who’s birthday it is… I leave as We wish you a merry Christmas  fills the air…

Bazar… I’m in the Lake District, it’s July, it’s pouring with rain, it’s dark… We are sing Christmas Songs…

I set off up the steepest of steep steps, and the take the lower path, down to Crook Beck… but it’s dark, and you can’t see much, and its the wrong way… I turn back and find the right path. I see frogs in the beam of my torch, it’s good weather for frogs…

2 miles to go…

I fall in with a L100 runner for a few minutes as we pick our way over the fell top. The path is faint, and our lights are the only ones in the dark… As we round a corner, I see path dropping off all the way to Coniston, to the warmth, to the dry…

I hit the boost button on my SEO5 Head torch and focus the beam. The rest is muscle memory as I take my brain and put it in my pocket. Its wet, its dark, its downhill, its a roller coaster ride…

I’m grinning from ear to ear, as I fly, passing other runners in the dark, bouncing from rock to rock, feet only glancing. I’ve been dreaming about the for months… Ahead I see Rob and Amanda, who I’ve run with at various points of the day… We chat briefly, but now my legs are no longer mine… and they head towards Coniston…

The streets are quiet at this early hour, until I pass the Black Bull, and the clapping comes from nowhere, I stare into the dark and see two figures, I pass the garage, and there are people there, sheltering from the rain, cheering… I’m chocked…

The final left turn, the final downhill… There’s the gate, more people… The finish arch, the medal… the lights, the t-shirt, it’s all over… Really it’s only just begun…

50 miles: 12 Hours 53 Minutes…

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4am Alarm…

A Trail Running Team Alpine Adventure Part Three:

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0698The alarms buzzed quietly at 4am. Tired Trail Runners, slipped out of their beds and silently dressed for another lazy day in the mountains. We crept from the dormitory, not wishing to wake the School children, despite their lack of care the previous evening…

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0689 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0696It’s still dark outside as we gather in the gloom, it’s an opportunity to test our new LED Lenser Head Torches. That is why we have woken in the small hours, to run in the dark on this mountainside… We race up technical paths, and back down with our lights shining the way.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0714As the dark begins to fade and a hint of light touches the mountain tops, we turn back towards the refuge in time for breakfast. Cereal is served in bowls so small you can hardly fit in a spoon… Nutella is layered onto dry bread, strong coffee is swallowed. And then before the sun is fully up, we shoulder our backpacks and turn back down the mountain.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0734We race away from our refuge, weaving our way down through the trees, past waterfalls, and mountain streams… It’s our last day. A hint of sadness is in the air as we run back towards Chamonix.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0740 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0750Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0752-2We pass through villages and stop at the Pâtisserie to get a second breakfast and a hint of lunch… then continue, dropping down to run along the river bank for a while, before climbing again, back towards home.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0773 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0776 We pass the finish zone for a race, remembering that it’s Sunday. We find a panda and insist on a bewildered photo. Then we continue to climb into the clouds. There are no views for us today…

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0786 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0804 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0822We reach the final top, and unilaterally decide on the cable car descent to save the knees for another day. It’s a quiet journey down as we reflect on what has been a fabulous few days. At the bottom, we run the final few hundred yards back to the cars. Alpine Adventures are at an end.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0806We say goodbye to Julia who has been a fabulous guide, showing us not only amazing trails, but also pointing out fauna and snippets of history along the way. After showers and with clean clothes we meet again for food, before saying goodbye to Chris, Lindley, Tim and Claire who had to catch flights home.

The final night in France seemed quiet, without the friendly team banter. I sat and reflected on the weekend… 105km with over 5,500 metres of climbing, through some of the most stunning scenery you can imagine, with the best Team possible.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0780I met some of the most inspirational people you can imagine in France, and for that I must thank our sponsors, TORQ Fitness for fuelling us through every one of those 105km, Mammut for shoes, clothes and backpacks, Compressport for calf guards, Tifosi for keeping the sun outta our eyes, LED Lenser for lighting the way at 4am, Roy Belchamber for running round like a mad man with a camera, Trail Running Magazine for giving us Claire to laugh at and with, as well as providing inspiration six times a year, and most importantly Simon and Julie of Freestak for pulling the whole thing together

I would also like to thank the entire Trail Running Team for making the best weekend possible, it’s been fun..!

It was raining when I woke up… And raining even more on the way to the airport…

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I did not cry…

Into the Mountains…

A Trail Running Team Alpine Adventure Part Two:

Trail Running TeamIf yesterday gave us a taster of running on the flat (1700m of ascent), today was going to be all about the hills… As we left the Gite, not quite as early as yesterday,  we had a simple plan… up and over four little hills to find our mountain refuge and bed for the night. We had everything on our backs that we would need for the next two days, packed in to our new Mammut running packs.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0218Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0285The climbing started instantly, straight up and out of Les Houches. With no time to warm lungs, we were soon gasping for breath. But again, with views to die for, we took the opportunity to drink in our surroundings, catch our breath and try and sneak a wee rest from our guide when we could.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0228We are joined today by Claire, the editor of Trail Running Magazine, she scribbles as we run, up the mountains. Asking us what the best bit about being here is… I’m lost for words, it’s not a question I can answer… I’m running through Never Never land..!

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0234 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0294We twist and turn, climbing up the mountain side. At times its hands and feet, scrambling over rocks in the trail, with drops to our left or right of hundreds of feet. Below, lakes shimmer in the morning heat, helicopters buzz in the sky, ferrying supplies to and from mountain huts, dew dries from the trees, as we climb and climb…

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0313Eventually the summit is reached, to be welcomed with stunning views of Mont Blanc, micro houses and villages below… Time for a quick TORQ Gel and glug of water and we are off again, skipping rocks, along the narrow singletrack path… As we round a corner we are greeted by Roy, hard at work behind his lens. We run and re-run a few small sections of trail so he and the video team can get the footage they need, before beating a rapid retreat back down the mountain, a true descent we can open up the legs, stretch out and let go.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0332 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0391Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0429The mountain bottom is reached, and as expected the legs are order back uphill, climbing through more alpine meadows, brimming with flowers, we pass under ski lifts, closed for the summer. I’m grateful for my poles, they help keep me upright as we climb, making breathing easier, keeping me in rhythm, keeping us climbing. Despite the blazing sun and balmy 27 degrees we manage to find snow in our path… it’s retreating rapidly, but only a few days ago the whole mountainside was covered.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0466 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0458 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0475We reached the col, and what goes up, must of course come back down… With the promise of tart and coffee at the bottom we all had a goal to race for… The path here was much looser than yesterday. Winter avalanche debris littered the way, and we had to be careful not to dislodge rocks on people below… In places the path had gone or was hidden under patches of remaining snow…

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Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0494We cross a bridge, which bounces as we take it in turns to run across… It has been here for three days, lifted back in place by a helicopter after a winter retreat. We drink and eat on the ups… but the water in my bladder is hot, so I keep my bottle topped up from streams and drink the mountain nectar.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0525 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0594 Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0597The final climb of the day is long, seemingly never ending, but we can stop and look back at the way we have come… see the mountains we have crossed… Eventually we reach the Mountain Refuge de Tré la Tête sat perched on the mountainside at 1970 metres. We collapse in a heap, happy to be able to finally kick off our shoes, drop our packs to the floor. I mix a TORQ Recovery Shake and wash it down with the best pint I’ve ever tasted. We sit back and admire the views as we wait for dinner.

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Cowbells and Alpine Flat…

A Trail Running Team Alpine Adventure Part One:

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0208 The gentle sound of distant cowbells drifts around the valley as we weave up and down through the trees on this rolling alpine trail. It’s flat we are told by our guide, Julia… Bursting lungs and crying legs suggest otherwise. Alpine Flat, Julia finally informs us, is slightly different to British flat, it’s actually rather steady uphill. And the hills around these parts can go on for miles…

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There are seven of us, plus Julia, running through the Chamonix Valley, following our dreams and the route of the Mont Blanc Marathon Route. We are the Trail Running Team and we are here to test our new Mammut Team Kit and to sample the delights of the Alpine Trails.Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0050

We started early, buzzing alarms waking us at 6am… The trails started out easy, but quickly got steeper, so we are grateful when the village of La Lavancher is reached after only a few miles. We replenish water supplies and meet up with Roy the team Photographer. Any excuse for a wee break. But soon we are running again, passing through Alpine meadows with cows grazing, villages where we stop and fill water bottles from troughs, through woods and over rivers.

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Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0125We move quickly through the mountains, mostly climbing, but at a pace we can talk. Most of the time, at a steady run, but we would drop to a fast walk when flat became uphill and we kick on the downs. The banter flows freely; races done, races planned, views on kit, life, living, reasons for running, training and injuries. The air is clean and crisp and yet despite being at over 1300 metres, it seems easy to breath, it is a joy to run…

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Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0176Another meeting with Roy for some more photographs and then the climbing started for real. As we climbed a stile, Roy asked me to run uphill whilst Julie filmed, I thought I had heard wrong, but kicked out anyway, before quickly pulling my poles from my pack. We climb higher, sweat pouring from us in the increasing midday heat… But the views are on another level as Mont Blanc peeps from behind the clouds and watches over us as we run in her shadow.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0184We climb upwards, over what in the winter would be a ski run. Today there is no snow, and  path provides the quickest way to the top. Finally we run along a narrow ridge to the summit of L’Aguillette des Posettes where we stop for much needed lunch. Quiche is washed down with TORQ Energy, fuelling the brain for the descent that is to come.

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© Roy Bel Chambers Photography

© Roy Bel Chambers Photography

What goes up, must come down… An Alpine Dream, a Mountain Runners Paradise… a 1000 metre descent, twisting and turning down the mountain side, dropping over rocks, always losing hight. We regroup often and discuss techniques, ways to make us faster, safer and smoother. We pass Roy and Julie, who repeatedly race ahead to get images of us as we skip down the mountain side.

Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0141Eventually we reach the bottom, and in true Alpine style find a small cafe, serving cake and strong coffee to replenish some of the calories we have just burnt. And then it’s just a matter of a 10km jog back in to Chamonix in time for a beer, French cuisine and a much a needed bed.Reuben_Tabner_Trail_Running_Team_0048

It’s Official – TORQ Trail Team

TQ_Trail_Facebook_headerWow… So it’s officially out in the open… I will be running for the TORQ Trail Team in 2013..! To say I’m excited is a slight understatement! I’ve known for several days, but have been under an embargo not to tell a soul…

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“If anyone knows what effort and achievement look like, it is Reuben. Because aside from being a trail runner, Reuben is an action and lifestyle sports photographer. His job takes him around the world to capture the moments when people achieve what they never thought possible and more. 

But Reuben also excels on the other side of the lens, as a lifelong runner who discovered the trails early on…

To be chosen for the team is a massive honour and I can’t wait to meet with the other team members, to race together and share running stories. Although I’ve largely been lost for words over the last few days, I’m sure that will change.

Profil-CCC-2012First things first, as with any team we need to get to know each other so we can learn from each others strengths and weaknesses, so next month we are heading out to Chamonix for a training weekend running the 100km UTMB – CCC (Courmayeur Champex Chamonix) course. With over 19,500 feet of altitude gain, this should be perfect preparation for the UTMB -TDS which I have coming up in August.

I will be bringing you updates of my experiences running and training with the TORQ Team here. Now I’m off to go and get muddy…

Torq Trail Running Team

Back before I can remember, I applied for a place on the new concept Torq Trail Running Team. A professional team, with a big difference – it will be made up of amateur runners who live to run on trails.

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Well, for the past two months I’ve sat and waited, fingers crossed… and today, an email arrived… Confirming that I have been invited to an assessment day next month. If I pass at the selection day, I get to join Torq Fitness on their newly formed Trail Runners Team. I’ve got to say, I’m stunned and excited, 2013 is already kicking of to be a fantastic year, and now this..!

Successful applicants will receive all the benefits of being part of a professional team, including :

  • A nutritional assessment and nutrition products from TORQ Fitness
  • Team-branded kit for training and racing
  • A three day training and preparation trip running in the Alps on the UTMB course around Chamonix
  • Appearances in features in Trail Running Magazine
  • Support and advice throughout the season

What better preparation could there be for the Lakeland 50 and UTMB – TDS..?