Good morning my sisters. Welcome to the weekday after.
Yes, my sisters have likely heard that the New York Marathon was cancelled. I had spent 5 months training for a race that never was.
Make no mistake, I am not a heartless cow- I strongly believe that this race should NOT have gone ahead.
Perhaps it would have been a statement about the triumph of a city in the face of adversity, however- it really was not the time to celebrate.
New Yorkers were suffering and now was not the time to run their streets. My marathon moment would have to wait for another year.
I can not but help to admit my sisters that I was indeed a bit sad about the cancellation. I am human afterall. Yes, I know I should feel fortunate that I have my health and my home- but it was indeed sad to train so hard and not have something happen as planned.
Of course such is life.
I have always maintained that we must rise to the occasion. Life hands us challenges and we must endure.
And so I did.
On Sunday morning having raised almost $2000 for the American Red Cross, I put on my runner’s finest and along with thousand of my closest friends- ran through Central Park.
24km later the voices in my head had ceased. I realized that I indeed could have run the remaining 18 km when the time came due.
There was not the ceremony I was looking forward to. There was no parade and the only one who knew my mileage was me.
It was indeed a personal run and not a public race. In a time when my favourite city was suffering- I ran through its streets in a moment of defiance. It was just another day and just another run but it was my New York moment for THAT moment. I did not get my life changing race but I had my health and my home and a sense of perspective.
No, this past Sunday, I did not get my marathon as planned. Hurricane Sandy (that iotch) came and went and ruined a great deal more than just my marathon dreams.
She stole so much from so many and my little run seems immaterial now.
No evidence this week my sisters- just a week of reflection on a storm in the east and in my heart.
Fret not, dear sisters- I have no doubt NYC will rise above as she has done in the past and she’ll be more resilient than ever.
And make no mistake dear girlfriends, I too will learn the right place to put this experience. At this moment there is still mixed emotions for a challenge not yet completed.
But life is indeed about the challenges and how we face each of them in stride.
Speaking of strides- Heads up NYC- get well soon, my ultimate sister- I’ll be back next November to run your famed streets- for we- have some serious memories to make.