This morning, I sit in my warm California home scanning through the news stories and online photos of the hurricane’s aftermath. Throughout the week, I’ve seen a few similar photos but had not really looked at them in mass as I have today. While I feel badly that many out of town marathoners were already en route to NYC, with others already there, by the time the mayor came to his senses, I truly believe that canceling the race was the right thing to do.
My family was lucky, relatively speaking. Although I don’t have a clear picture of the damage to them specifically, my brother-in-law and family report that they are fine. My aunt and uncle say the same, though they are without power and trying hard to stay warm. It is those who homes have been destroyed, love ones killed or injured, that I think about.
While I understand the anger, I sincerely hope that the runners who were put out, will find some understanding and forgiveness for the late decision and let it go. All things considered, there are far worse things that could have happened had the race gone on as planned.