Just because something is the right thing doesn’t mean that we can’t be sad about it.
I knew they would be cancelling the New York City Marathon. They had to. It only made sense to cancel it.
You can’t run the world’s largest (and greatest) marathon during a pandemic.
I get it.
Still, I am sad.
The surgery on my Achilles tendon took place exactly 24 weeks ago today. On this pages, I have chronicled my attempt to comeback from the surgery and get ready for the marathon. I have had a few small set-backs, but I was progressing in the right direction.
This morning I ran four easy miles on the treadmill. I was trying to ramp up to get ready for the 16-week training period before the marathon which was coming soon. I had feared that it was too much too soon. I didn’t think I’d be able to push my body through the intensive training period coming off the surgery.
Now I don’t have to.
Rather than 16-weeks, I will now have 16-months to get ready. It’s a much better approach.
I have been given the gist of time. Now I can focus on slowly healing and taking the long path to get ready for the long run.
Still, I am sad.
I love that race. I have said before that the New York City Marathon is part of who I am. I am that race and that race is me. Due to the injury, I missed it last year. Now we will all miss it this year.
They made the right call. Safety first. I’m glad they did.
You can’t run a marathon in a pandemic. You just can’t.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be sad about it.