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Too much rest is rust. - Sir Walter Scott


By William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Many triathletes have a mantra -- something they recite inthe late stages of a race. This is mine.

Out of the night that covers me,   Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be   For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance   I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance   My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears   Looms but the horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years   Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,   How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate:   I am the captain of my soul.


By Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move.How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breathe were life! Life piled on lifeWere all too little, and of one to meLittle remains; but every hour is savedFrom that eternal silence, something more,A bringer of new things; and vile it wereFor some three suns to store and hoard myself,And this grey spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

James Ward

James Ward is a 77 year old triathlete from St. Petersburg, Florida,and the star of an Armour All commercial.He does all the races I do and usually wins the 75+ year age group.

Now, if I hold my present speed, by the time I'm 77...

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