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

Another pro hockey season has come and gone, and with it, as always, memories of the year that was. The Blackhawks win again, their third in six years and fourth in 54 years, when one of my favorite hockey players of the day, Bobby Hull, led them over Jean Béliveau and the Montreal Canadiens.

In those days, I was no fan of Big Jean, Le Gros Bill, as he was known. When it comes to sports and our teams, we cherish the triumphs but still feel the bitter defeats in our hearts, as if we are still the excited child allowed to stay up late to watch the game that had gone into overtime between my beloved Bruins and the hated Habs, only to be devastated by the deadly shot of the big centerman over the glove of goalie Gerry Cheevers and into the gaping net behind. It was April 1969.

Now he is gone. The best of the best. The original team man. Jean Béliveau passed away in December 2014 during the hockey year that was. I'm still not a fan of Les Canadiens, but it’s a harder man than I am capable of being not to miss the grandeur that Béliveau brought to the game – and to life.  

  

It has been almost seven months, but it bears repeating: This from an article by Dave Stubbs in the Montreal Gazette, Dec. 3, 2014:

“Rarely has the career of an athlete been so exemplary,” Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau said on the occasion of Jean Béliveau Night at the Forum on March 24, 1971, the Canadiens paying on-ice pregame tribute to their captain a few months before his retirement.

“By his courage, his sense of discipline and honour, his lively intelligence and finesse, his magnificent team spirit, Béliveau has given new prestige to hockey.”

Béliveau accepted an oversized cheque that night for $155,855, giving birth to his foundation that in the decades ahead would distribute nearly $2 million to organizations helping sick, underprivileged and physically challenged children.

“Everything I achieved throughout my career, and all the rewards that followed, came as the results of team effort. If they say anything about me when I’m gone, let them say that I was a team man. To me, there is no higher compliment,” he wrote in his autobiography, “My Life in Hockey,” published in 1994.

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Running for Your Life: Are You STILL Running?

It's funny how this question comes out in conversation. Are you STILL running? With emphasis on the STILL.

Invariably, it's a question I hear from someone who I haven't seen in some time. That makes sense, I suppose. I guess it is fair to say that there are not that many folks in their sixtieth year who run an average of 20 miles a week.

And sure, when I do hear that phrase, it strikes me as someone thinking out loud. If one of my friends and acquaintances says "Are You STILL Running?" ten of them of are thinking it, in the spirit of a pal who blurts out something nervy, then says, "Oh, my, did I just say that out loud?"

But, if you think about it, they don't say, "Are you STILL smoking?," or "Are you STILL sniffling from allergies?," or "Are you STILL living on First Street?" (although they will still say, "Are you STILL working at The Post?", which says as much about the politics of my neighborhood than anything.)

The STILL says it all. That with grace and self-respect I will finally give up this unlikely pursuit of running and turn my hand to more age-appropriate exercises, like, say, lawn bowling or, if I must, doubles tennis.

It's hard to keep that tinge of judgment out of our tone, much less out of our minds. But it could be worth a try.

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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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