AMR Creative Coach Sarah Wassner Flynn has not run a marathon in 20 years. Here’s why she’s giving the distance another go at the Medronic Twin Cities Marathon this October.
The one and only marathon I’ve ever run came about because my friends and I wanted to tick something off our post-college bucket lists. Wide-eyed and ambitious, we were living in our first apartments in Washington, D.C. We had landed great jobs. We were making steady (although not very lucrative) salaries. We felt empowered. Free. And bold enough to conquer 26.2 miles.
We chose the Rock ‘n’ Roll Nashville Marathon because none of us had been there and the lure of honkytonks and a free post-race concert was enough to seal the deal. I booked a plane ticket and a hotel. I picked out the cutest outfits and found the perfect cowboy hat. I did just about everything to plan for the trip—except properly train.
As someone who ran on an NCAA Division 1 team in college, I had an idea of what it would take to prepare my body for a marathon. But at the time, I was also burned out from racing and wasn’t very interested in committing to a training program. I ran four miles here, 10 miles there, at whatever pace I felt like. I figured that was enough to get me by.
It wasn’t until my sister, Bec, an experienced marathoner, came to visit a few weeks before the race when it became clear I was doing it all wrong. “What about long runs?” she asked, eyeing me skeptically when I described my recent mileage. “You should be up to at least 20 miles by now.” She offered to run with me that weekend, as a sort of Hail Mary effort prior to the race.
We followed a circuitous route around D.C. on a crisp, blue-sky morning, tracing the National Mall up to Capitol Hill and later hitting the cobblestone streets of Georgetown. When I hit “stop” on my watch at mile 22 somewhere on Massachusetts Avenue in the shadows of the National Cathedral, I got a small taste of the euphoria that can come along with pushing your body longer and harder than ever before. I also spent the rest of the day curled up on my couch watching reality TV, completely exhausted (life before kids, sigh).
Race day came a few weeks later. And while the trip to Nashville with my friends was a blast, the actual running part was fairly agonizing. My lack of preparation caught up with me somewhere around mile 20, making for a painful and slow and slightly teary final 10K. Plus, the extreme muscle soreness and the loss of ten toenails (yes, all ten) in the week following the race was enough to turn me off of marathons for a long time.
20 years, to be exact.
While I competed in hundreds of races up to the half-marathon and half-Ironman triathlons in the decades that followed, the marathon distance remained at the top of a very high shelf where I had stashed it after crossing that finish line in Nashville. “One and done”, I’d say with a shrug and a laugh when people asked me if I’ve ever run a marathon.
Turns out, I’m not done. Earlier this year, with my motivation in the tank following a series of injuries and illness, I decided that I needed a big, scary goal to reinvigorate my mojo. The marathon spoke to me. In a way, it felt brand new: I am a vastly different Sarah than I was at the time of my first marathon. I have had four kids, to start, a lot less free time, and a body that’s much more prone to injury. But I’m wiser. Savvier. And ready to do it the right way this time.
So, this October, I will be traveling to Minneapolis & St. Paul to join my fellow BAMRS on the starting line of the Medtronic Twin Cities Marathon. If I said I was just doing it to finish (and perhaps beat my very soft PR from my only other marathon), I’d be lying. I want to do more than complete the distance. I want to qualify for the Boston Marathon.
When I set that BQ goal, I reached out to Bec for her guidance, just as I did 20 years ago. But this time, there will be no eleventh-hour long run or panic training—at least I hope there won’t be. In her typically gentle, but convincing way, Bec’s routinely reminding me to train smart and steadily build the mileage so I get to the Twin Cities injury free and able to cover 26.2 with enough cushion to maybe, just maybe, qualify to line up on that legendary starting line in Hopkinton in April of 2024.
I’ll be honest: The marathon distance still intimidates the heck out of me. But at the same time, I truly feel like I’ve got nothing to lose.
Except my toenails. I’d like to keep those this time around.
Could I run another?! Now I wonder. First marathon at 21, second marathon at 40. A couple of half marathons since. Turning 62 this week. Haven’t been running for a while…. Could I run another? You’ve got me thinking!
A very late reply to your comment, but now that I’m on the other side, I say YES. You can run another! Go for it!
Excited for you, Sarah! I will be at Twin Cities – we live here – and can’t wait to meet you. You are going to love the expo, the route, the energy and everything about this marathon. It’s fantastic!
Lorinda, thank you for your kindness! It was so lovely to briefly meet you at the Expo!
I like to space mine out – first one 2002, then 2013, 2018, and 2022! Best of luck!
Sounds like my kind of planning. Thanks for the luck, it went great!
Patty Campbell, you can do it! I just ran my second marathon at the age of 65!
I loved reading this! I’m returning to the marathon after four kids and 14 years, and it’s been such a different experience. This makes me feel less alone!
I hope your marathon experience went or goes well! It is comforting knowing we’re in the same boat!
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