As some of you may know, many Chicago-area races (is this national?) use a color-coded "event alert system" to warn participants of the weather.
Like I mentioned the other day, the Soldier Field 10m run was changed to black around the 2-hour mark of the race. When I heard the announcer say that (after I'd finished, thankfully), I kind of thought it was a joke. He was saying, "When you turn on to Soldier Field, please walk the finish. The race threat level is black." The last 50m of a race? You're supposed to walk? On the actual field where the Bears play?
I understand why a race would want to protect itself against runners hurting themselves. But if this trend of races being canceled (Chicago Marathon, Soldier Field 10m, Myrtle Beach) or re-routed (Nashville) continues, it's at odds with the trend of pricier and pricier "destination" races. The 2011 NYC Half Marathon will cost you $104 to enter. Add plane tickets and a Manhattan hotel and you've easily spent at least $750 to run a half marathon.
This trend also - to me - seems to play into the undertrained, novice runner. I'm not knocking novice runners; everyone has a first-time, and let me tell you, most of those novices are faster than I am. However, if you've trained for a race - really and truly put the time and miles in - you should have some idea of what it means to run in heat or rain or snow or "extreme" conditions. Shouldn't you be able to decide for yourself if you'd like to continue the race? We've all met those people at the start line of a marathon whose longest training run was 10m, or who didn't really do any running, per se, but who swear they're totally talented cyclists. And then we've all seen those people either drop out or stagger to the finish, unhappy and hurt and vowing never to run again.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"