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

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.