I can’t speak to the severity of what we’re calling Coronavirus (COVID-19). I can’t speak to whether the precautions taken are necessity or overkill. I can say that there are many disappointed athletes and sports fans because I’m one of them. In no way does that detract from how much anyone cares about the pandemic. It is factual. People are going to have emotions and expressing disappointment shouldn’t be shamed.
So, I’m disappointed that my precious hockey isn’t on TV. It is a bonding thing in my house. We watch the games together.
Later in the day, I discovered that the Christie Clinic Illinois Marathon Weekend has been postponed. The race Judy and I are training for and I’ve been looking forward to running since I’ve found my speed has returned. Damn! I have seen so many of these events canceled over the last 24 hours. I couldn’t even imagine what a Boston Marathon participant felt when they got the news of their delay.
I’ve decided that I’m going to run 13.1 miles that day anyway. Unless there’s a thunderstorm which would be par for the course at this point. I have no course in mind yet. I’m not driving to Champaign to run theirs. I’m staying in my town, but I’ll be damned if I let this stop my training. I’m going to run that distance for time.
It’s never really only about the race anyway. It’s about the journey that gets me there.