Thanks! So I started running about 3 years ago to lose weight. I had about 25 lbs to lose, but I lost about 40. I was underweight, anemic, cold all the time, and just not happy. My running performance went way down. I couldn’t keep my normal pace and it became hard for me to run just a mile or two, even though I was normally running 5+ miles. I gained some weight back (my weight is still up and down and i have very bad body image and will probably never look like a runner in my opinion but whatever) started to improve, but I wasn’t improving fast enough (or so I thought) so I just kept adding more miles. I ran 12 miles during a blizzard and my parents were super mad. I came inside and pulled off my tights and sprained my ankle (this is where my real issues begin). It was a severe sprain I was on crutches for about 2 months and in a boot and could run and had a hard time dealing with it. As soon as I got out of the boot I “needed” to be able to get back to 50 miles a week instantly. It didn’t work. I got Achilles tendonitis on the other leg after about 3 weeks of running. Once I knew it was tendonitis I told myself I was being a baby and ran through it. During an 18 mile long run (with absolutely no purpose or training goal other than a HALF mararthon which I wouldn’t run) I realized I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t want to call my parents cuz I was far from home and they had absolutely no idea how far/where I was. So I stuck it out for 18 miles, then took my dog for a 2 mile walk because I ran so slow. The next day I couldn’t walk. I had to drop out of the half I was registered for. Sad/angry for many weeks. I did PT and saw a chiropractor for both injuries but I really didn’t care about how I felt I just wanted to run. So this was in the spring and I basically just did baby miles all summer long and then I got to boston and was feeling very inspired to instantly BQ (which did not happen). I felt a crushing pain developing in my shin but thought that I had to fight through it. Ran 17 and felt really bad. Then ran 9 two days later and felt the worst pain I have ever felt in my whole life. This was like 1 month into college so I really didn’t know what to do. I called health services and they told me I was sore from running 9 miles and that was very far and to put ice on it and it would fine. I couldn’t even walk and had to walk like 3-5 miles (round trip to and from all my classes). After about a week of dying, I finally got an appointment and the doctor was like “OMG your whole calf is swollen!!” And I was like yeah and I had an MRI and I tore some important ligament and had a stress reaction. I didn’t run for 9 days. The first time I ran after not running I was so fucking happy and I never wanted to not run for that long again so I decided to be extremely careful. It worked. I built up very slowly to 30 miles a week and hung out there for many months, then 40 miles a week. I kept my long run at 15 miles for about 12 weeks. Then with boston marathon approaching, my anatomy teacher told the class that running a marathon wasnt something you could wake up and just do. So mid april, i woke up one saturday and ran for 4 hours. i wad ok. i was great. Then over the summer, I had access to nice soft fluffy trails that have less shock than roads and sidewalks. So I could run more with less recovery time. I got up to 60 miles a week. My long run was 20 miles. I ran a half marathon and finished. I signed up for a marathon, doubtful that i would start. Then I got back to college and ran two more halfs. Then I ran a marathon and I finished. I ran a marathon and I BQed.