Archbishop Mitty High School - Excalibur Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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PN ,ll , It 1 , . We went once around the field and then along a half-mile drive of elms, being cheered all the way, and I seemed to feel I was in the lead as we went out by the gate and into the lane, though I wasn't interested enough to find out. The course was marked by splashes of whitewash gleaming on gateposts and trunks and stiles and stones, and a boy with a waterbottle and bandage-box stood every half-mile waiting for those that dropped out or fainted. Over the first stile, without trying, I was still nearly in the lead but oneg and if any of you want tips about running, never be in a hurry, and never let any of the other runners know you are in a hurry, and never let any of the other runners lmow you are in a hurry even if you are. You can always overtake on long-distance running without letting the others smell the hurry in you, and when you've used your craft like this to reach the two or three up front then you can do a big dash later that puts everybody else's hurry in the shade because you've not had to make haste up until then. I ran to a steady jog-trot rhythm, and soon it was so smooth that I forgot I was running, and I was hardly able to know that my legs were lifting and falling and my arms going in and out, and my lungs didn't seem to be working at all, and my heart stopped that wicked thumping I always get at the beginning of a run. Because you see I never race at all, I just run, and somehow I know that ifl forget I'm racing and only jog-trot along until I don't know I'm running I always win the race. . . and I wonder if I'm the only one in the running business with this system of forgetting that I'm running because I'm too busy thinking. . . I trotted on along the edge of a field bordered by the sunken lane, smelling green grass and honeysuckle, and I felt as though I came from a long line of whippets trained to run on two legs. . . and I could just see the corner of the fenced-up copse in front where the only manl had to pass to win the race was going all out to gain the half-way mark. Then he turned into a tongue of trees and bushes where I couldn't see him anyinore, and I couldn't see anybody, and I knew what the loneliness of the long-distance runner running across country felt like, realizing that as far as I was concerned this feeling was the only honesty and re alness there was in the world and I knowing it would be no different ever, no matter what I feld at odd times, and no matter what anybody else tried to tell me. It was hard to understand, and all I knew was that you had to run, run, run, without knowing why you were running, but on you went through fields you didn't understand and into woods that made you afraid, over hills without knowing you'd been up and down, and shooting across streams that would have cut the heart out of you had you fallen into them. And the winning post was no end to it, even though crowds might be cheering you in, because Steve David Doug Dan Dave Mike Barry Feeley Ferrari Ferrari Ferree Ferriera Feulner Ferro Q I A ., ae: . g l at as jp X Q i f-1? ,I , I 14 s 5 I. afff 'I 1 i I . I L., 2 f I 4,a-- ' 5 A , , e V . 1 si ki 55 : I,

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on you had to go before you got your breath back, and the only time you stopped really was when you tripped r over a tree trunk and broke your neck or fell into a VV ' disused well and stayed dead in the darkness forever. . rs--'W - r g. 2 2 ,, 4.2z-,,15'if , 1 , dd ' g , q5? ' I've just come up out of the sunken lane, kneed and V if f' . QV, Q ' eV 1 - '1 f l ddlfie Vp elbowed, thumped and bramble-scratched, and the ra 'N' 1 W f id ' 4 if Q-' I Vt is two-thirds over, and a voice is going like a wireless . A .F M' ' in my mind saying that when you've had enough of fe V V ra V V5 V,,L A ':,i W ,V H good like the first man on earth of a frosty morning, : , Q -VA h,rr fy ' i F you've known how it is to be taken bad like the last n Q r , . on earth on a summer's after- noon, then you get at last to being like the only man on e and don't give a bogger about either good or bad, but just gg Q 11-ot on with your slippers slap V '- - E W 'K good dry soil that at least wo1 :Q I V 'Q never do you a bad tLu'n. Now 5 1 f the words are like coming from iii' , Q ix a crystal-set that's broken dow ag and something's happening in: the shell-case of my guts that bothers me and I don't know w though or what to blame it on, a grinding near my ticker as as X ,if 1 f N David Ed James Terry jay Tim Martin Filice Finkas Fisher Fitzpatrick Fucci Gairaud Garcia I P FE . Vi . i g I V 'V A i W V, ., V.: V VVV, i f Q5 - .VVV. 5- V N ' 'Q Lr,, 1 ii ',- . ' f W 1 W i ' .E V I 3 E i in X