How To Deal When An Injury Derails Your Training

The past two months have been wonderful. I finally started trusting myself and what I'm capable of, and I really started embracing my strength. I stopped panicking (for the most part) before my scarier runs. I started to believe in myself. And I embraced pain like a Real Housewife embraces a new housewife, I tolerated it but I sure as hell didn't like it. But I dealt. And the best part is that I've gotten really strong. 

So I took off to run a friend of mine this past weekend and we had a strong as hell long run. I surprised myself because the entire way, I doubted that I could run that fast. And when we finished, I felt like I could do the entire thing again. It was a best case scenario for my mental game going into my last week of training before tapering for the London Marathon.

Then came Monday and a 60 minute easy recovery run. I took off, made it up the block, and realized something was wrong. My piriformis muscle, which always gives me a hard time when I train as hard as I am, was acting up. (This is why Finish Line Physical Therapy said we should be doing these 9 exercises every day.) I tried to make it a mile to see if the stiffness and pain would dissipate once I warmed up and stretched. But it didn't. I was in a lot of pain and I made the really hard decision to call a car, go home, and rest.

It sucks when things don't go according to plan. It sucks when you spend months working towards a goal, get really close, and then have to bench yourself because you get sick or injured.

Now, this is a best case scenario. Nothing is broken. I could have push through the pain if I wanted but I've been through this enough to know when to sit back and help myself to a serving of humble pie. So with the guidance and support of my Coach Josh, I've been hitting FlyWheel, stretching my ass off (literally), foam rolling like it's going out of style, soaking in epsom salt baths, and resting. 

And yesterday, even though I know everything is going to be OK, I realized I was having a hard time trusting the process. So I called Sports Psychology wizard Dr. Bob for some insight. (Have you subscribed to the Run, Selfie, Repeat podcast on iTunes or Google Play? Check it out for short pep talks about life with a side of running.) 

Look, shit happens and yes, it really sucks when it does. But it's like Dr. Bob said, give yourself permission to freak out because you can't predict the future. It's impossible to know how your set back, speed bump, or detour will impact your goal. But as long as you do everything you can, you'll be ok. I would much rather be out there crushing my tempo runs and mileage this week instead of laying on a foam roller. But yoga, foam rolling, voodoo banding, eating REALLY healthy, and resting is everything I can do to get myself ready to race my face off. So that's what I'm doing.

Trust your strength and know that these set backs, speed bumps, and detours happen to all of us. Always expect the unexpected. Yes, they suck, but it's all about how you handle them.

So chin up. There are healthy miles are ahead. 

Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.

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Kelly Roberts

It all started when a silly joke made headlines back in 2014 when I took selfies with hot guys “hottie hunting” my way through the New York City Half Marathon. But ironically enough, I haven't always been a runner. As the self-proclaimed former President of the "I f*cking hate running club", I spent most of my life finding ways to avoid physical activity. Growing up, I missed over 70 days of PE my senior year. Working out was something I thought I had to suffer through in order to lose weight. 

Then, in 2009, my younger brother passed away unexpectedly and struggling to manage my grief, I gained more than 75 pounds. With the weight gain came a new fight to regain my sense of self and learn to love the body I saw when I looked in the mirror. Then one Thanksgiving morning, drowning in grief and self doubt, I decided to go for a run. I didn't make it half way down my street before I had to stop to walk but for some reason, struggling forward made more sense than getting back into bed. It turns out that running is a lot like grief, neither ever really get easier, you just get stronger. 

Over time, I realized that while some people are in fact born runners, others are made. I created this blog Run, Selfie, Repeat and my new podcast by the same name with the hopes to inspire others to say yes to themselves while making them laugh hysterically because laughing, in my opinion, is the solution to everything. 

Named by Women's Running as one of twenty women who are changing the sport of running and by Competitor Magazine as one of 12 Influential and inspiring runners under 30, my mission is to inspire others to get embrace a healthy lifestyle and pursue the strongest version of themselves possible.