Running for Your Life: Eclipse Clips

I was thisclose to publishing a personal essay on the recent US solar eclipse … as far as an intro and an ending, to wit:

When my wife, M, looked up from the chart in a newspaper showing a dark band across the length of the country, I knew.

We would be making tracks to the place that promised one of the longest periods of darkness in the middle of an American summer day. That would be 2 minutes and 39 seconds of pitch black in Columbia, Missouri.

“Our anniversary is Sunday,” I reminded her. We’d have to leave for the heartland on our 28^th anniversary of marriage.

“That’s perfect then, isn’t it? ’Cause you know what the writer Annie Dillard says?"

“No, what?”

“That comparing a partial eclipse to a total eclipse is akin to kissing a man versus marrying him.”

Every boomer knows the line by heart, the phrase from that famous song by Carly Simon:

“Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia/to see the total eclipse of the sun.”

“So,” I said to M, “you did think that song was about you?”

+ + +

Imagine the scene across the country, millions upon millions standing shoulder to shoulder, staring skyward.

Which brings to mind what our rabbi told us on our wedding day twenty-eight years ago.

He quoted Antoine de Saint Exupery that “Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

Next: Running for Your Life: Why I’m Not ‘Treading’ These Days

Running for Your Life: Personal Items, a Study of Opposites

American Airlines onboard announcement, today (Aug. 22), Chicago to New York City:

“Please be sure to check the seat pocket in front of you for any personal items, such as a tablet or a mobile phone … ”

Wall script in the final gallery room of the Paul Gaugin “Artist as Alchemist” show (Aug. 21) at the Art Institute of Chicago, detailing the personal items left in his house upon his death in 1903:

“Sculpting tools, wood chisels, handsaws, planes, a drill and vises, tube paints and related paint products, rolled canvases, frames, three easels, a bundle of drawing paper, a sewing machine and a camera.”

Next: Running for Your Life: Why I’m Not ‘Treading’ These Days

Running for Your Life: Profiles in Kindness

In the offseason, hockey doesn’t make the headlines. But dig a little and you’ll find some stories. Just not the kind that show millionaire athletes behaving badly that seem to predominate during the offseason of other professional sports.

Take Nick Foligno, the captain of the Columbus Blue Jackets. Foligno is from Sudbury, the hub of the Ontario Northland. In about a month, he’ll be back at it, playing pre-season games in preparation for another long, exciting NHL hockey campaign.

Now, he’s captain of another team. Here’s the scoop (an excerpt from news coverage …)

In October 2013, [Foligno’s] daughter Milana was born with a rare congenital heart defect. After her condition was diagnosed at Nationwide Children’s Hospital in Columbus, she received lifesaving surgery at Boston Children’s Hospital when she was just three weeks old. Three year later, as a way to honor Milana and recognize the tremendous work at both institutions, Nick and his wife, Janelle, donated $1 million to the two hospitals.

Since 2015, Foligno has served as honorary chair of the NEO Kids Foundation, a hub for specialized children's medical care in northeastern Ontario, the benefactor of the second annual Docs vs. NHL hockey game that happened last week.

About 700 folks came out in support of the cause in Sudbury, to see world-class players suit up with physicians from the city’s Health Science North. This year Foligno was joined by others on his Columbus team: Boone Jenner, Zach Werenski, Josh Anderson, Scott Harrington, and former Jacket and current New Jersey Devil, Dalton Prout.

Hockey players don’t make money on the scale that football, basketball and baseball players do. But they do make millions in an average career – and more often than not they donate time and some of that money to social causes, frequently involving the most innocent of human beings, sick kids.

No, they don’t make headlines. But, man, their display of selfless character as a group is enough to keep me digging during the offseason to find out more about their stories.

Be a fan of the game, but also of the individuals who play it. Profiles of courage are one thing; profiles of kindness, that’s something we can all emulate.

Next: Running for Your Life: Why I’m Not ‘Treading’ These Days

Running for Your Life: Total Eclipse America

M and I are going to go to see the total eclipse of the sun.

To a place I’ve never been to before: Columbia, Missouri, where the brainiacs are saying, under ideal conditions, folks in the city and region will fall into a pitch black at 1:20 p.m. that will last about 2 minutes, 40 seconds.  On Monday, Aug. 21.

Man, does this country need a colossal distraction, or what? That’s part of why we’re going. I may be mad to even suggest this, given how loud and vicious the socio-political discourse has been in my adopted land for months, and how hellacious it’s been since the events of Virginia last weekend (Aug. 11-13).

Recently, I saw the movie “Dunkirk” by director Christopher Nolan. I didn't love it but I admired it greatly.

What is germane to this argument is that the actions are divided in time segments, very eclipse-y, like the kids say: You got your boys on the beach (one week), old fella, shell-shocked sailor and boys on a civvy boat (one day), and Spitfire pilots en route to Dunkirk (one hour).

With the eclipse, folks will be carving out the time across the country, what will be your partial eclipse minutes, and the thoroughly awesome minutes for those in that narrow total solar eclipse band across the country, where the forecast calls for 40, count ’em 40, Woodstock-like events.

Here’s a crazy thought. “Dunkirk” is a three-time segment movie that recounts stirring narratives that helped to spur a nation to action, that literally brought people together to fight for what was seen to be the common good.

Wow! How’s about it, eclipse? You up for the job?

Next: Running for Your Life: Why I’m Not ‘Treading’ These Days

Running for Your Life: Picasso Meets Chillest Triathlon Ever

Eighty years after the unveiling of Picasso’s “Guernica,” Brooklyn hosts the chilliest triathlon ever.

“Guernica,” honored the bombing of the Basque town of the same name during the Spanish Civil War.

Picasso saw in Guernica a theme. From “The Women of ‘Guernica’” by Anne Wagner, in the Aug. 17, London Review of Books:

“What did he mean [by a theme]? Not simply an idea or a topic, but a human universal to be expressed symbolically: death as skull, Picasso said, not a car crash. What he considered themes (I quote) were “birth, pregnancy, suffering, murder, the couple, death, rebellion, and, perhaps, the kiss.”

Flash forward to Brooklyn’s chilliest triathlon, eighty years after “Guernica.”

Wanderlust 108, as it’s called, takes place on Sept. 10th in Prospect Park, The Nethermead … Here at the highlights:

People Dancing Through the Entirety of a 5K Run: (Protip: Doing your best Beyonce impression usually helps)

Intense Feeling That Comes with Silent Meditation in a Crowd of Thousands

Emphasis on Fun and Mindfulness Over Competition (Keep time if you want, but the main focus here is togetherness and crossing the finish line . . . no matter how long it takes or how you get there.)

Twirling Through the Air on a Sling

 Meditative Walking, Which Is Indeed a Thing

“Guernica” vs. Chillest triathlon ever. Wonder lust meets Wanderlust.    

Next: Running for Your Life: Total Eclipse America