I've been training for a marathon since the beginning of January and I haven't been on a long run since February because of an injury. This all started when I began to notice that my right hamstring seemed strained. I feared my body was digressing back to where it was in April of 2010, about three weeks before my first marathon. Then, I pulled my hamstring on my longest training run, twenty-two miles through the quite neighborhoods of Fargo, North Dakota. I remember exactly when it happened. My running partner, Ingrid, and I were about nineteen miles into that twenty-two mile run when I felt a small snap of pain right were my gluteus met my hamstring. I didn't think much of it. New body parts constantly hurt on long runs and I had learned to run through nearly any kind of pain. Plus, we were only a 5k away from finishing twenty-two miles. I could run a 5k in any condition (something I still believe, though I'm starting to see that I shouldn't run a 5k in any condition). So I finished the run, did some stretches and went about the rest of my day.
That was three weeks before the marathon. I had been looking forward to the taper, two easy weeks of running to finish preparing my body for a marathon. Instead, I struggled through two or three pathetic and painful runs and went to the chiropractor as often as he would let me. I iced my hamstring and whined to my parents, my best friend, and anyone else who would listen. I cried at the thought of having to drop out of the race.