I’m a runner. When I get into a routine or begin training for a race, it becomes a passion of mine.
I need it. Like a drug.
Some people don’t understand runners. They laugh when you try to explain “the high.” When you tell them you’re about to run 26.2 miles they look at you sideways. “Uh, good for you?” with a trail in their voice.
It’s not for everyone and that’s why I love it. Running has given me moments many people will never experience. How great is pushing your body through a barrier you never thought possible? And to be able to do it last year with my daughter at my side? Can’t beat it. I’m sorry.
The NYC Marathon is a premiere race. Thousands of runners converge on America’s largest city to spend a few hours running through the 5 boroughs. While I have never run it, I have been in the city on race weekend.
You can’t get around. Taxis are impossible. Streets are closed. Resources are tapped. Hotels? Booked.
Monday, Hurricane Sandy devastated the city. The city will bounce back. It always does. But it needs some time to rehab.
Sunday, the NYC Marathon is scheduled to take place. I’m not sure that it should.
Not being in the thick of the carnage, I can’t accurately feel what New Yorkers are actually going through. But I imagine the last thing anyone in that city needs now is added pressure.
Runners have trained for months leading up to this weekend. Their bodies are in peak physical condition. That alone is a major accomplishment. Your bib and medal at the finish line are coming at too great a cost this year. There’s no shame in canceling this race.
“But I have my hotel booked! I’ve invested so much to get here!”
Cool. I get it. Invest a little more and help out your brothers and sisters who need you now more than ever.
I’m sure the race will go on (hopefully without incident) and I’m not trying to guilt anyone who is participating. I just know I would have mixed emotions if I knew my hotel room came at the expense of someone who’s home was just destroyed. I would be crushed to find out that police working the race were ineffective at helping someone who really needs it.
So best of luck this weekend, New York City. You get through this and it’ll be another accomplishment you can thump your chest over.
And if you’re a runner with a 26.2 sticker on your car? Stop it.