1. Chainring teeth on calf
2. Patched collarbone
3. Faded road rash on knee
4. Calluses at base of fingers
-- reprinted from Bicycling magazine, January 2000
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Lord,
Watch over me today as I run.
I have paid the price to run
this race through the summer heat,
the winter winds, and up those
hills.
There are other days and other
races,
but this is the day
and this is the time for this
race.
Lord,
Watch over my body.
Keep it free from injury.
As I run, may the tiredness
and the pain
be the symbol of victory and
not the reason for defeat.
May I acknowledge my limitations,
but not accept less than my
potential.
Lord,
Watch over my mind.
May I be intelligent as I run.
May I listen to the signals
from within
as I enjoy the scenes from without.
Keep me from foolishness at
the start
so that I can finish with wisdom
at the end.
Lord,
Watch over my spirit.
As time passes and my commitment
dims and blurs,
may the inner resources that
You give me
come forward and give me the
resolve to press onward.
Remind me of the relative shortness
of this race and life
and the victory You give at
the finish.
Lord,
Watch over my competitors.
As they face the physical, mental,
emotional and spiritual challenges
we all face, may they find the
peace and strength
that I have found through You.
Remind them that we all are
struggling equally
and that their personal Victory
is a result of your guidance.
Lord,
Watch over the trails and mountains.
As they seek to challenge me,
may they also offer
havens of comfort and shelter
from storms.
Please allow me to seek out
that shelter
and give me time to enjoy the
boundless beauty they possess.
Let the mountains offer me a
test and a challenge
but also a passage through which
I may safely pass.
As I continue to press to the
summit,
may the trail lead me where
You want me to go.
Lord,
Let me win.
Not by coming in ahead of my
friends, but by beating myself.
Let it be an inner win. A battle
won over me.
May I say at the end,
"I have fought a good fight.
I have finished the race.
I have kept the faith."
"But every year you need to flush out your system and do a bit of suffering. It does you a power of good. I think it's because there is always a question mark about how you would perform. You have an idea of yourself and it can be quite a shock when you don't come up to your own expectations. If you just tootle along you can think you're a pretty slick bloke until things go wrong and you find you're nothing like what you imagined yourself to be. But if you deliberately put yourself in difficult situations, then you get a pretty good idea of how you are going. That's why I like feeding the rat. It's a sort of annual check-up on myself. The rat is you, really. It's the other you, and it's being fed by the you you think you are. And they are often very different people. But when they come close to each other, that's smashing, that is. Then the rat's had a good meal and you come away feeling terrific. It's a fairly rare thing, but you have to keep feeding the brute for your own peace of mind. And even if you did blow it, at least there wouldn't be that great unknown. But to snuff it without knowing who you are and what you are capable of, I can't think of anything sadder than that."
If thru-hiking the AT is not the most important goal in your life, at least right now, you may want to consider doing what is instead. -
Confinement itself, the removal of a creature from its natural habitat into a rearranged world where its ordinary techniques for survival and satisfaction are no longer operative, produces several inevitable results:
1) The creature becomes dependent for survival upon whoever controls the new environment. It will use its intelligence to learn whatever new tricks are necessary to fit that system. If it takes tricks and changes to stay alive, then that's what it takes.
2) The creature becomes focused upon (addicted to) whatever experiences remain available in the new environment.
3) The creature therefore reduces its own mental and physical expectations to fit what can be gotten.
Confined creatures that cannot fit this pattern go crazy, revolt, or die.
"...have not the wisest of men in all ages, not excepting Solomon himself, - have they not had their HOBBY HORSES; - their running horses, - their coins and their cockle-shells, their drums & their trumpets, their fiddles, their pallets, - their maggots and their butterflies? - and so long as a man rides his HOBBY HORSE peaceably and quietly along the King’s highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him, - pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
There is no binary division to be made between what one says and what one does not say; we must try to determine the different ways of not saying things...
In order to deviate successfully, one has to have at least a passing acquaintance with whatever norm one expects to deviate from.
* A workout makes you better today than you were yesterday. It strengthens the body, relaxes the mind, and toughens the spirit. When you work out regularly, your problems diminish and your confidence grows.
* A workout is personal triumph over laziness and procrastination. It is a badge of a WINNER - the mark of an organized, goal-oriented person who has taken charge of his, or her, destiny.
* A workout is a wise use of time and an INVESTMENT in excellence. It is a way of preparing for life's challenges and proving to yourself that you have what it takes to do what is necessary.
* A workout is a key that helps unlock the door to OPPORTUNITY and SUCCESS. Hidden within each of us is an extraordinary force. Physical and mental fitness are the triggers that can release it.
* A workout is a form of REBIRTH. When you finish a good workout, you don't simply feel better, YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF.
Green car, blue car
Black car, red -
It's a crazy day in heaven
And I'm a running for the shed.
I've been out here already
For too many a mile.
And the crazys in their cars
Ain't a makin' me smile.
A whiz and a zip
And a screech and a curse.
I'm overdue for a checkup
And maybe a psyc nurse.
Gimme a trail, or a mountain,
Or some gravel, or a pine.
And keep them cars away from
me
'Cause I'd rather the sublime.
So join me in a long, cool run
Up and down the mountain green.
We'll enjoy ourselves and finish
strong
To the noise of the rushing
steam.
...For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints. Alas, as we get up in life, and are more preoccupied with our affairs, even a holiday is a thing that must be worked for. To hold a pack upon a pack-saddle against a gale out of the freezing north is no high industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the mind. And when the present is so exacting, who can annoy himself about the future?
Never Quit On the Uphill
When things are hard
and the going gets tough
When the trail is
steep and the footing is rough
We can't go on and
we just want to quit
The struggle's not
worth the pain, not one bit!
Like the mouse in the
trap, who's had enough cheese
"No more, no more,
let me out of here please!"
And a voice says,
"stop now and rest a while
For this steep incline
goes at least one more mile."
But if we push on and
ignore the displeasure
The pain of the climb
plays out its full measure.
Then the crest of
the hill comes into full view
And we reach the top
of this problem so new.
Cruising downhill now
with strength in our stride
The wind in our face,
with joy and with pride
"Thank you God for
your grace and good will
To see that we didn't
quit on the uphill."
Carl
Touchstone
1941-2000
GULFPORT - Dr. Carl A. Touchstone, 59, of Gulfport, died Tuesday, June 6, 2000, in Gulfport.
Dr. Touchstone was born in Gulfport and was a former longtime resident of Laurel.
He was a 1958 graduate of Hattiesburg High School and attended the University of Southern Mississippi where he served as president of Phi Eta Sigma Scholastic Fraternity and president of Kappa Alpha Fraternity and was a member of ODK Leadership and Scholastic Fraternity and Pi Kappa Pi Honorary Scholastic Fraternity. He graduated from the University of Tennessee College of Dentistry in June 1964, first in his class. He was a member of OKU Dental Scholastic Fraternity, had a Research Fellowship in Biochemistry, served as President of the Student Body, University of Tennessee Medical Units, and received the International College of Dentists Outstanding Student Award. He received a Masters in Orthodontics in 1966 from the University of Tennessee College of Dentistry and has taught at the University of Tennessee and the University of Mississippi Dental Schools and practiced orthodontics in offices in Laurel and Gulfport.
Dr. Touchstone was a former member and deacon at the First Baptist Church of Laurel and was a member of St. Peters by-the-Sea Episcopal Church in Gulfport; was an Eagle Scout and Scoutmaster; President of Jones County Heart Association and was on the Board of Directors of the MS Chapter of the American Heart Association and served as President of Laurel Rotary Club (1995-1996); and previously served in the U.S. Army.
He was a private pilot with commercial, instrument and multi-engine ratings and was a long distance runner, having run over 150 marathons and 65 ultra marathons.
He was a member of American Dental Association; MS Dental Association; Third District Dental Society in Laurel; Dental Society; Greater Gulfport Dental Society; American Association of Orthodontics; Southern Society of Orthodontics; and MS Society of Orthodontics; a former member of MS Running Club; and Gulf Coast Running Club.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Carlisle Bayard and Kathleen Hunt Touchstone; and a brother, Isaac Powell Touchstone.
Survivors include his wife, Brooke Alexander Touchstone of Gulfport; daughters, Kathleen Wood Touchstone-Pearson and her husband, Mark of Nashville, TN, and Kristine Webb Lutz of Tupelo, MS; sons, Dr. Carl Alexander Touchstone Jr. and his wife, Kim of Diamondhead, Bradley Carr Touchstone and his wife, Michelle of Tallahassee, FL, and Justin Reed Touchstone of New Orleans, LA; a brother, Dr. William Carlisle Touchstone of Belzoni, MS; an aunt, Christine McCoy of Gulfport; and his beloved dog, Honeysuckle.
Carl's funeral service was Thursday June 8th followed by interment in Floral Hills Memorial Gardens in Gulfport. Honorary pallbearers were members of the MS Running Club and the Gulf Coast Running Club.
The family prefers memorials to U. S. U. Fund, 430 Security Square, Gulfport, MS 39507.
By the time you read
this I will be running my first ultra of the year and my first one since
I broke my leg last November. Whether I finish or not is so unimportant.
I am starting and that is what counts the most. What is very important
are the decisions I have made over the last few days and how the events
of the last week have impacted those decisions.
When I leave my front porch I am on trail. Everything around me is trail
including the road I live on. It is one of my many running routes. When
I run almost every neighborhood dog comes out to join me. It is not unusual
to see me running with as many as 8 dogs at a time. Their company is most
welcome and enjoyed. Last Wednesday my usual male companions Leroy, a neighbors
dog, and Luke, my own, decided that they had better things to do. That
left me with Gracie and BabyAnn, neighbors dogs, and Leah, my own. It was
going to be the ladies day out. We started down Sugar Pine Rd and almost
instantly the ladies were exploring. It was so funny to watch them. One
would start nosing something and the other two would almost instantly be
there. One would run into the woods and the other two would follow. I could
almost hear them saying, "what's that, wait for me, let me see too", It
had rained the night before - real hard. The first rain in over 5 months
and everything was wet. As the sun came out the water would begin to mist
and everthing turned a sort of irredesent green. It shimmered and was so
bright that it hurt my eyes to look directly at it; but, look I did. I
couldn't help it. The magic of this place was once again working on me
as it had from the first day I drove onto the property I now call home.
I remember that day all to well. How from the first moment my feet touched
the ground this place had welcomed me. It felt warm, safe, and totally
runable. I could hear my Forest Prince whispering in my ear to come and
run these trails with Him. For five years I longed to live here. Everything
I did, all the money I earned that last five years in Pennsylvania were
meant for this place. It has not let me down.
We have a neighborhood here. From about the 2 mile point to almost three
miles there are four off Culberson Rd. loops and roads. There are about
25 families that live here full time and about 15 others who come up on
occasion. All of us are very diverse; but, the one thing we share which
binds us to one another is our love of this place. We help each other when
ever possible. The day I broke my leg several of my neighbors came over
that evening and assured my brother that there was no reason to move
me to Sacramento with him. They told him that they would take care of me
and they did. Over the past week I have watched flags go up all around
me. These people have such a love of this country and not even their diverse
life style or maybe because of it can dampen that.
That brings me back to my run with the ladies. I am thinking of all of
this and it suddenly dawns on me that I would die for this place. I loved
my place in Pennsylvania but this is so different. It fulfills me, it is
part of me, it is me. I stopped at a high place to look out over the hills.
I felt the ladies around me and looked down. They were looking in the same
direction and standing so still and so close to me that I could feel their
bodies against my legs. I felt His presence and His arms around me - a
group hug.
LadyG
IF I KNEW
If
I knew it would be the last time
That
I'd see you fall asleep,
I
would tuck you in more tightly
and
pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If
I knew it would be the last time
that
I see you walk out the door,
I
would give you a hug and kiss
and
call you back for one more.
If
I knew it would be the last time
I'd
hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I
would video tape each action and word,
so
I could play them back day after day.
If
I knew it would be the last time,
I
could spare an extra minute
to
stop and say "I love you,"
instead
of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If
I knew it would be the last time
I
would be there to share your day,
well
I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so
I can let just this one slip away.
For
surely there's always tomorrow
to
make up for an oversight,
and
we always get a second chance
to
make everything just right.
There
will always be another day
to
say "I love you,"
And
certainly there's another chance to say
our
"Anything I can do?"
But
just in case I might be wrong,
and
today is all I get,
I'd
like to say how much I love you
and
I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow
is not promised to anyone,
young
or old alike,
And
today may be the last chance
you
get to hold your loved one tight.
So
if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why
not do it today?
For
if tomorrow never comes,
you'll
surely regret the day,
That
you didn't take that extra time
for
a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and
you were too busy to grant someone,
what
turned out to be their one last wish.
So
hold your loved ones close today,
and
whisper in their ear,
Tell
them how much you love them
and
that you'll always hold them dear
Take
time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please
forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And
if tomorrow never comes,
you'll
have no regrets about today.
ONE DAY
Ony
Day, I would like to come run with you,
and
experience the good things; you may show me.
the
good trails that you could lead me down.
the
good trails that you have learned.
One
Day.
On
a special day, with the shining sun,
or
on cold moon, you will lead me down the path,
and
up the mountain, up to see the view,
the
special place that you have found,
a
special view that, only you know,
One
Day.
One
day you will hold me in your arms,
and
appreciate the good things,
that
are given to you,
the
good things we may share,
Heaven
or Hell,
One
day.
[IF]
If
you can keep your head when all about you
Are
losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If
you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But
make allowance for their doubting too,
If
you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or
being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or
being hated, don't give way to hating,
And
yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If
you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If
you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If
you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And
treat those two impostors just the same;
If
you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted
by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or
watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And
stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If
you can make one heap of all your winnings
And
risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And
lose, and start again at your beginnings
And
never breath a word about your loss;
If
you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To
serve your turn long after they are gone,
And
so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except
the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If
you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or
walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If
neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If
all men count with you, but none too much,
If
you can fill the unforgiving minute
With
sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours
is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which
is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling