Running for Your Life: If the Greats Were With Us Thursday

It should’ve been in there. In the movie, “North by Northwest.” David Trotter writes about it in the June 4, 2015, edition of the London Review of Books, entitled “Hiatus at 4 a.m.”

Alfred Hitchcock was being interviewed around this time of year in 1962 (yeah, 53 years ago!). He was 62. (I like to think part of his reason for giving so much in these talks with Francois Truffault was the irony: 62 in ’62 – he wouldn’t be 63 until later that summer.)

Imagine this scene: Roger O. Thornhill (Cary Grant) is on his way from New York to Chicago. He stops in Detroit in its Motor City heyday … Here’s what Hitchcock tells Truffault:

“I wanted to have a long dialogue scene between Cary Grant and one of the factory workers as they walk along the assembly line. They might, for instance, be talking about one of the foreman. Behind them a car is being assembled, piece by piece.  Finally, the car they’ve seen being put together from a simple nut  and bolt is complete, with gas and oil, and all ready to drive off the line. The two men look at it and say, “Isn’t it wonderful!” Then they open the door to the car and out drops a corpse!”

Hitchcock, he never stopped … What a man! An inspiration to us all.

This too, is a great takeaway from the Trotter essay of four books, including one by our friend Michael Wood: “Alfred Hitchcock: The Man Who Knew Too Much”:

“The transitions between films became almost as swift and as seamless as the transitions within them.”

Words to live by. If only this great were still with us!

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Running for Your Life: In Honor of Tootsies

When you’re running for your life, it stands to reason that some parts of the body will begin to feel it.

For many that means knees, hips, calves. For me, it’s feet and to be more precise, toes.

So what to do? Pay attention. Don’t be afraid to act when you feel pain. Too many people will run as recreation and then with persistent pain or discomfort stop cold.

For years now, I’ve run with prescription orthotics in my shoes. (Stay with me, this is going to be worth it.) They help to level the foot strike and have alleviated the neuritis that just a couple of years ago had me in agony, especially after runs in double-digit miles. Since then I’ve taken to buying Dr. Scholl’s insoles for everyday shoes.

After almost forty years of regular running, I feel like I should treat my feet (toes!) with a little tenderness. These orthotics and Dr. Scholl’s make a world of difference to me.

Oh, and buy oversize. Give those toes room to move. I’m too old for “Born to Run,” the shoeless Joes and Janes of the trail. Especially for the middle-aged and post-. Roomy is groovy.

Another thought: Long runs. Be kind to your tootsies. Layer them in petroleum jelly. They’ll love that. After all, your toes don’t have any say in this multi-mile running thing.

Matter of fact, tootsies pretty much have no say, period. That’s it. Take some time. Check ’em out. Pedicare isn’t just about what color you choose for your nails.

Ask Caitlyn Jenner, if you don’t believe me. Dr. Scholl’s or Vaseline should sign her to endorse their products. Bruce, he knew from toe punishment as a decathlete, and Caitlyn will know it – and how! – trying to get into – and stay into – those six-inch Jimmy Choos.

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Running for Your Life: Firefly Season

I don’t have a bucket list. What I’d love to do before I die. In fact, I don’t spend a lot of time on regrets, resentments, has-to-be’s. It might have something to do with expectations. I didn’t spend a childhood thinking about college or what would happen after college. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I’m not driven: there aren’t enough hours in the day for me to chase my passions: writing, running, reading, the ones I talk about in this space. I give myself a chance, that’s all we can expect.

Soon, the fireflies will be here. They’re going to be late this year. The nights have been too wet and cold for them. But I’ll be sitting on my back deck in Brooklyn, with M and Thurber, and we’ll watch in the dimming light as the fireflies wink and sparkle in that magical way that they do, and if I were to have a thought about bucket lists and death and what you’d like to think would be one of your last thoughts on Earth, it would be the glorious sight of those simple beasts as they dance and flicker in the sweet night air, that if man is wise and God is good, this moment – this firefly season – will delight and inspire those who follow in this bejeweled space.

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Running for Your Life: If the Greats Were With Us Thursday

My pal Mickey Siporin (1941-2005), from a cartoon entitled Millennial Meanderings ... What is the muse that fueled the work of this incredible artist and enlightened reformer and devoted friend and father ... "I'm much too young to be this old . . ." The new work that flew off his pen in the spaces of the periods of the ellipsis, beyond and to infinity.

It is hard to believe that Mickey is gone ten years. What would he have made of our abuse of drones, the Kardashians, Edward Snowden and . . . Bernie Sanders !!!! I swear he wouldn't have been surprised at all with the first three on this list. The fourth? He'd be going door to door, riding the Bernie Bus and doing a daily cartoon.

He is missed.

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Running for Your Life: Yes, Cross Train!

When you get to be my age, pretty much everything counts as cross training. Say, taking the garbage out, going for a walk with the dog, wrestling with the top of a pickle jar . . .

Seriously, though, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to just run out the door. Now that I’m in the pre-training period for my fall marathon, I’m beginning an every other day training regimen. That means on those off days I dedicate at least twenty minutes of stretching and massaging sore and strained leg muscles on a roller and twenty minutes of working with machines, mostly core and leg, with some upper body. Nightly pushups (which I've been doing for the past five years).

And I feel it the next day. On the treadmill, where I’m slowly starting to ramp up the miles and the incline, and on the long, outdoor runs, the hour-plusses. You need to cross train to build strength and endurance, to ease your mind into thinking that yes, God dammit, you can do this, if done in a way that's smart, that embraces slowness as a contributing principle (see recent post), you can keep pace, you can reach that next plateau.

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