First of all, I hope that you're all well. I know that it's been a tough time for many, many people. It has been a long week for me, for my friends, for my family, for the country. Boston was relatively unscathed but my parents in Queens were left without electricity for about three days and my brother on Long Island lost his apartment and most of his belongings. I have friends who have lost everything and seeing pictures on the news that has brought me to tears. Boston is only 210 miles from New York but I've never felt so far away. It's times like these when I really hate being separated from my family. But, I feel incredibly fortunate that everyone I know is safe and sound.
It's really unfortunate that the marathon was mere days after this horrific storm rocked the country. I've spent the last few days in limbo - not knowing if the race would go on. Believe me, I know it's insignificant in the big picture. I felt anxious and sad at the prospect of a race cancellation, and that made me feel guilty and selfish when I reminded myself that my brother and his girlfriend are essentially homeless right now. But I do think that it's possible to feel great sadness for those who
are suffering and equal disappointment at the idea that something you
have been working towards for six months may never happen.
Many have been saying that is any city can pull this off - it's New York. We're no strangers to adversity and really, we're some of the strongest folks out there. While I can understand the argument for cancellation the decision
of whether or not to move forward was not mine to make. I am registered.
I can get to New York. I have a place to stay. I have friends and
family coming from Massachusetts, Connecticut, and various parts of New
York to support me. I am going to run. I'm running for me, I'm running for my friends and family and most importantly, I'm running for New York.
Here I come.