All cried out!

So it just fizzled out, just like that. All it took was a carefully worded press statement on Facebook, how they, the organizers, stating their heartfelt empathy decided to call it a day. After days of speculation, they called the international level KL Marathon off!
Just as soon as the announcement was made, as if the Gods were cheekily laughing, all the skies cleared up like a scene from Jurassic Park with a computer-graphic generated prehistoric crystal clear skyline. Anyway, The Air Pollutant Index (API) was spiraling down since yesterday, much aided by the occasional showers seen all over the country. So, I do not see the great rush to postpone the meet by three months. To top it off, the Met Dept. predicted next days of continuous rain. Guess the decision has been made - no run, no go, no way! Anyway, the mad Met Dept. has always been the butt of any weather joke as they are known to have missed more remarkable things, like a hurricane, for example.
All those hours of scrutinizing the API like the Composite Index of the Stock Exchange have been futile.
There goes the hopes of the many FMVs who had laboriously and maniacally endured that early morning runs and sacrifices, put themselves at risk of being at the mercy of thieves on prancing motorbikes, have to start it all over again. With the fasting just around the corner, their plans have to be modified or have to set their priorities straight. All that building up and tapering seem wasted.
For the organizers, it was 'a hard decision' and 'health safety of the runners is of paramount concern'. Did they act unilaterally or did they succumb to the pressures of the naysayers of the dangers of acid rain caused by cloud seeding, the 10nm particles being more than the 2.5nm one which cannot be washed off so easily? Or are they afraid of the legal implications of the ever litigious minded society who find pleasure fault in others or find a scapegoat in the event of a mishap. I suppose, the organizers, rightfully may be morbidly fearful of that one joker who, without being fit or doing more exercise than pressing his TV remote from his favourite couch choking on his potato chip and sugary drink, would decide to join in the melee, get injured and put squarely the blame of his misery on the organizers' decision not to scrap the run. Whether, rightly or not, sometimes no publicity is better than one in which the quick conclusion jumping trial-by-media public crucifies the innocent. The aggrieved sounds more convincing than the big corpration. In the meantime, keep on running.... till we meet in Île Maurice! à bientôt!