When You Roll Your Ankle A Week Before A Marathon

Ask anyone who is about to run some sort of organized race what they are worrying about and I can guarantee they will say "GETTING SICK OR GETTING HURT!" The struggle is real for the last two weeks before your race! You spend months and months sacrificing and working your ass off and all that work can go down the toilet in a heartbeat. From tripping on curbs to catching a cold, danger lurks around every single corner.

It all happened last Wednesday. I woke up early to workout with November Project. Showed up, ran around and had a KILLER time (as per usual). Things were going splendidly! I met some new friends, laughed, complained about having to do push ups, surprised myself and hit my New Year's Resolution of doing more than 10 push ups in a row and just had a kick ass time. Then I was hustling over to the gym post workout so I could shower and get to work on time. I was walking up a narrow sidewalk and the man in front of me was on his phone walking slower than molasses. I went to pass him and rolled my ankle. I screamed bloody murder and some expletives, cursed the universe and like a true New Yorker, forged forward because I had sh*t to do!

It was bad. I knew it was bad. I refused to look down, got to the gym, showered and said to myself, "Just get to work. Everything will be ok." Once I got to work, I looked down and saw this.

So it was bad. I was freaking out a teeny tiny bit and just ready to crawl into a ball and die but there isn't anything you can do, the damage is done. So I shot a panicked email over to Mike Riccardi (my wizard Physical Therapist at Finish Line Physical Therapy) and he, of course, calmed me down and gave me a brilliant plan of attack.

  1. Don't ice.
  2. Keep the ankle moving with circles, pumps etc. every ten to fifteen minutes.
  3. Compression socks.

So I did what he said because he's brilliant and makes everything better. I had an appointment with Mike the following day anyways so I just had to make it to Thursday. I put on my compression sleeves, duck taped my leg to a pillow to keep it elevated that night and went in to see him the next day. Luckily Mike's the best and first made me laugh so I wouldn't cry and then told me that I'll be fine for Berlin, "That I probably won't even notice any pain!" Best case scenario! To be safe, he put on some KT tape to help with swelling and told me to come in as much as possible to sit in the NormaTec compression sleeves.

The good news is I'm practically pain free and the swelling is minimal today! I am feeling a lot less terrified than I did last week but we're not out of the woods yet. It's funny, for my past 2 marathons, I was cool as a cucumber but right now I am a ball of nerves for Berlin. I don't know if it's because I'm going to be in a different country or what but I cannot get this anxiety to subside! Don't get me wrong, I'm equally as excited but I'm definitely really, really nervous as well. 

I leave for German on Wednesday and it looks like it's going to be an incredible trip. Get ready because this is going to be a marathon unlike any marathon we've done before. Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.

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Kelly Roberts

My name is Kelly Roberts and I am a 25 year old New York City resident. My story made headlines when I took selfies with hot guys “hottie hunting” my way through the NYC Half Marathon. My blog, www.RunSelfieRepeat.com is bursting with humor and personal stories that lend an insight into the world of running and lead you to believe that just about anyone, regardless of their fitness level, can and should fall in love with running. Though currently an avid runner, I never would have predicted I would run marathons. I was the kid who used to hide in the bushes or play dead to get out of running the mile in school. I HATED running. But running has given me a purpose. It’s shown me that I really am limitless. In the two years since I started running, I’ve run multiple half marathons, 10ks, and 5ks, and two full marathons. My mission is to inspire others to find the courage to say yes to themselves all the while making them laugh hysterically because laughing is the solution to everything.