The Art of Hottie Hunting

It's no secret I love taking selfies with hot guys while I run. There really is no better way to take your mind off the fact that you've been running for hours and still have hours to go than being really creepy and making funny faces with hot guys in the background. It's a no brainer! And let me let you in on a little secret, running is a really good way to surround yourself with scantily clad hot men! Seriously it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

My brave little toaster. Samantha Caruthers

There is only one thing creepier than #HottieHunting (the technical name for taking selfies with hot men) and that's having a photographer take pictures of you taking selfies with hot men! Last weekend I met up with the incredible photographer Samantha Caruthers who is also a runner to do some #HottieHunting in Central Park! Samantha and I met because she is also a runner and runs with the same charity as me, Team for Kids. She just ran the Chicago Marathon on October 12th and is actually running the NYC marathon this weekend! She is a photographer for the New York Road Runners as well and will be documenting her entire race day for them! (I'll share the link to her day when it's published, it's going to be really cool.) She is going to be running a marathon and stopping to shoot along the course! She's a rally wonderful photographer and we had SO much fun being ridiculously creepy in Central Park.

Photo by Samantha Caruthers

When I snap a selfie, I am not sly about it. For one it's really difficult to take a clear picture with a guy in the frame, stay out of people's way, upload it to Instagram, caption it, and then post it ALL WHILE RUNNING. (To find out how to take the PERFECT running selfie, CLICK HERE) So if being sly is something I have to compromise for a HILARIOUS picture then I have no problem looking like a total crazy person because let's be honest, I am a total crazy person!

GIF by Samantha Caruthers

So what does it look like? Normally I approach from behind and try to gauge based on someones backside. I'll speed up, position my self a ways in front of them and just start snapping pictures. Normally my mouth is open, why my mouth is always open I have no clue. But once I grab the picture I run to the side of the road to make sure I stay out of people's way as much as possible. I then quickly pick a random filter, caption it, post it, and hope for the best.  Already with a phone straight out in front of my face it's hard not to figure out just what I am up too but with Samantha, all bets were off. See for yourself!

Normally that laughter is happening during a race. I honestly think it's the most ridiculous thing in the world so half the time I am laughing my face off.

Photo by Samantha Caruthers

What's funny is #HottGuysOfTheNYCHalf, the first time I ever live instagram-ed a race while hottie hunting, I did to take my mind of the race. I was seeing this guy and I could tell things were starting to fall apart. We weren't hanging out as much and he started to seem distant. I had asked him if he wanted to hang out that weekend and he told me he couldn't because he was going to see a friend (a female friend-I know jealous moment) run the NYC Half. And I was all WAIT JUST A SECOND! You know there is nothing I love more than cowbells, runners, and funny signs...why can't I come? So I thought screw that I am going to run it and then run by and be like, "OH HEY! I decided to run too! BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." I hadn't trained AT ALL because we had an AWFUL winter in NYC. The furthest I had run was four miles on a treadmill and the morning of the race I actually didn't know if I would be able to make it. I was freaking out. The night before I went to get spaghetti with my sister and I couldn't stop shaking. I told her, "I actually don't know if I can do this. I think this was a really dumb idea." And she was like, "Just have fun! You are going to be fine but if you have to walk, walk! You didn't train! Just have fun!" And I had more fun than I ever imagined possible.

The truth is that it takes my mind off the race. I'm not an elite athlete! I run for fun. I run solely because it makes me happy. Is it creepy? YES! Absolutely! I will be the first person to be like, yup super creepy. But it's harmless! And it's all in good fun. I think runners are some of the most impressive human beings ever! There is nothing more incredible than average people getting up to run superhuman distances! That's why I am so adamant about getting more people running. I know you think you hate running now, but just give it 4 weeks. DO THE COUCH TO 5K challenge, I promise you it will change your life. And if it doesn't and you still hate it I personally will send you a treat and a hand written apology.

Photo by Samantha Caruthers

Follow me this Sunday as I live Instagram the TCS NYC Marathon! If you aren't already you can find me on the Instagram and the Twitter via @KellyKKRoberts. Or you can track me!  I am Blue Wave 3 Coral C and my bib number is 39036! I will be crossing the starting line around 10:30am! There is a really groovy free app you can download for the marathon and can track me there! If you are running and you see me hanging out, say hi! Even if I have my ear buds in and I look really super serious, I'm just really super nervous and it manifests itself in a resting bitch face! Come poke me on the shoulder and say hi! If you're in the NYC are come cheer! I'll stop for anyone with a sign I spot and grab a picture and give some sweaty hugs!

This marathon is really huge for me. Just to be able to say I ran the NYC Marathon is incredible but to being a marathon runner really means something huge to me. It's something I never thought I would or could do. It's still something I don't think I can do. I'm TERRIFIED for Sunday! I know I'm ready, it's just a very surreal experience. It means a whole hell of a lot to me to have all of your support. So join me by doing something for yourself and taking pictures and sharing them to Instagram and Twitter this weekend using the hashtag #SIX02Moment! I am running the Marathon with SIX:02 and if we can get 602 photos shared by November 3rd they are going to match all the funds I raise for Team for Kids until November 3rd! (If you'd like to donate you can do so by CLICKING HERE!) To read more about SIX:02 and my SIX:02 Moment, CLICK HERE! Thank you so much for reading. I'll see you all Sunday!
 

Photo by Samantha Caruthers

My Celebration Song

When I was in College there was an exercise we did in Movement class called 'The Celebration Song.' What would happen is we would break off into small groups, pick someone in the class we wanted to celebrate, create a song for them complete with melody, harmony, chorus, and choreography. Then we would get up in front of the class, sing our song, and within our group one at a time, between each chorus, we would sing to them solo. The goal was to make this person feel really, truly celebrated. We were to make them feel like the most special girl or boy in the world and give them this incredibly beautiful and selfless gift. Well today is a very special day and I want to celebrate a very special human, my sister Samantha, because today is her birthday!

Sammy graduates college.

My sister and I shared a room from the day I was born until the day I went to college. We are 2 years apart and we are two of the most competitive little ladies you will ever meet. Perhaps you've read what happens when we travel together (CLICK HERE to read a first hand experience but basically I always end up getting cussed out in an airport.) We are both incredibly strong willed, vocal about our opinions, and believe we know what is best for one another. It's because of this that we are constantly fighting. We know what we want and we aren't afraid to go after it. It's funny, people will ask us why we are inseparable if all we do is fight. But despite the fact that we LOVE to fight, there is no one in the whole entire world I have more fun with or love more fully with my whole heart. She's my sister, duh.

This is me saving my sister's life from a saber tooth tiger.

Anyone with siblings I'm sure was told by their Aunts, Uncles, Parents, Grandparents, or any adult with an opinion that you would one day grow up to be best friends. Well as two girls who spent close to two decades at each others throats, literally we would kick the living daylights out of each other-I can't believe our parents put us in Gymnastics and golf instead of kickboxing-we shared the same interests, same group of friends, same space, and same hobbies. Naturally we would GO AT IT verbally and physically. When someone told us that one day we would get along, we would roll our eyes and think fat chance.

This is us being totally adorable. I bet you can guess which one is me...

Then we lost our brother. You don't realize what your siblings mean to you until you lose one. I absolutely 100% didn't appreciate my sister or my brother as much as I should have. I took them for granted. If I would have known how quickly someone can be taken from you I would have done my entire life differently. I had two of the world's greatest gifts in my brother and my sister and I didn't understand that it could be taken away from me. I remember after Scott passed Samantha and I were trying to write the speech we were going to give at his funeral. I wanted to make some jokes and Sammy wanted a more serious tone. She flipped her lid and went screaming up the stairs and my Dad came out of his room and yelled, "Thank god! Something familiar!" And he came downstairs and we laughed and laughed because in the midst of this terrible awful thing we were beginning to endure, my sister and I fighting felt familiar. But at the end of the day even though we fight I really love and respect her. In fact, I'm sure I am too hard on her. I tend to hold people at an exceedingly high level and because I put her on this huge giant pedestal (because she is so god damn wonderful) I don't tell her how much I love and appreciate everything she does for me enough.

This is the chain of command Sammy silly strings me, I silly string Scottie.

This is the chain of command Sammy silly strings me, I silly string Scottie.

My sister is truly incredible and absolutely insane, but the type of insane I envy. She's silently fearless and wickedly smart. She's the complete polar opposite from me and I learn from her every single day. It was her idea to make my selfies from the NYC Half Marathon into a Buzzfeed article. She was the one that made me start this blog. She spent hours bouncing site titles back and forth and then copy editing my first dozen posts simultaneously helping me understand what works and what doesn't work. She is the first person to come screaming around the corner when I misuse "you're" or if I write a piece that doesn't have an engaging title. She's my marketing guru (She does the social media for The Knot) and she constantly puts me in situations I am to afraid to put myself in that will further my cause. Sammy is the first person to give me the constructive criticism I don't want to hear but then follow it up with constructive solutions. I wouldn't have this platform without her.

When I moved to New York we shared her 6'x10' room for 4 MONTHS! There aren't many people who would willingly live in a closet with their sister. She comes out in 30 degree temperatures to cheer for me in half marathons and she is my number 1 fan. I know this week has been hard for her because her birthday has been shadowed by my marathon so I want to take today to celebrate her because she deserves to have the world stop and acknowledge what a truly incredible bad ass she is. Without her I wouldn't have Run, Selfie, Repeat or my Run, Selfie, Repeat community, and I wouldn't be as happy, or have any of my happy memories growing up. She's my better half and my partner in crime and I refuse to imagine life without her. And despite my protests as the loud middle child, I really wouldn't ever trade her for a million bucks.

This is me cannon-balling Sammy because she cussed me out in an airport.

I truly believe you can't trust someone you can't fight with and I clearly trust Samantha with my life. Happy happy birthday to my incredibly cool, chic, and though I HATE to admit this (wiser) older sister. Thanks for being so awesome and so quick to go on adventures with me. I love you to the Moon and back again. Join me in wishing my groovy sister a happy, happy birthday. Until tomorrow friends, #RunSelfieRepeat.

Embracing Your Pre-Marathon Nerves

Running a marathon is the second most nerve-wracking and emotional experience I have ever endured. The morning of my first marathon I was scared out of my mind. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and there were a billion worries racing through my mind. I was legitimately nervous I wouldn’t be able to finish and even more worried about hurting myself. Before my Dad dropped me off at the starting line he said to me what I thought was the most bizarre thing anyone could say to someone about to run a marathon,

Life’s made for participating, you just have to survive.
— Steven Roberts

 I couldn’t stop laughing because

1. That is such a Steven Roberts thing to say and

2. I was actually nervous about surviving.

But what he said is actually true and nerves are actually something that should be embraced. You can’t shy away from the things that scare the living daylights out of you just because you don’t think you can do them. The only way you can fail is if you don’t try.  

We experience feelings of nervousness because we care, because we are invested in the task we are about to perform or endure. It really doesn’t matter if you are ready or not. The second you cross the starting line I promise you that your nerves and worries will dissipate. I’m not going to tell you not to worry because that’s fruitless. You are going to worry! Just remember you can never do more than you are capable of, only less. Your only job is to continue to move forward when you don’t think you can take another step. All you have to do is get here.

Photo by @tomlfairbrother

Photo by @tomlfairbrother

Running a marathon is incredibly emotional. One of the reasons I decided to try to run my first marathon was because of my brother. I lost my brother Scott in 2009 when he was 16 years old and I always try to do huge things that I don’t believe I can do for him. He was my comrade for hilarious nonsense. I think he more than anyone would have gotten the biggest kick out of the selfies and the hottie hunting. People always tell you, “They’re still with you” when a loved one’s passed and I’m here to tell you that it’s true. I feel closest to him when I run. I remember near the end of my first marathon, around mile 23, I was frustrated, exhausted, and in a hell of a lot of pain and I just felt my brother with me. I could imagine him rolling his eyes and making me laugh by busting my chops. I could hear him say to me, “Seriously? You want to stop NOW? Why not just quit? Its 3 miles! At least run by Mom and Dad so they don’t see you walk.” So I started to laugh and I kept going. Every night when I run after work I look up at the illuminating New York skyline and I think about my brother. I wonder if Scott would be here with my sister Samantha and I. He’s the reason I continue to run marathons. There’s so much he didn’t get to do. Every time I feel myself shy away from doing something I'm afraid to do, I think of him and force myself to try. I owe it to him to at least try. This marathon is for my brother.

Here is what I love about the 50,000 runners who are running the NYC Marathon on Sunday. Every single one of us is running for something. We are running for ourselves, we are running for charities, we are running in memory of loved ones, we are running for causes, or we may be running from something. All of us collectively are running towards something huge and that is why we all are experiencing those butterflies in our stomachs. We all have something to prove and it doesn’t matter if you walk, jog, skip, dance, juggle, dribble basketballs, sprint or crawl, all we have to do is get to the finish line. It doesn't matter if you don't think you are ready because Sunday is coming and you have your purpose behind you. Let the reason you are running be your guiding light.

Going into this marathon I am just as nervous as the next runner but I am 10 times more excited. The New York marathon is a huge spectacle of a race with hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers cheering you every step of the way. The second I stepped off the plane last September when I moved here I felt like I was home. I feel so incredibly jazzed to run the New York Marathon as a New Yorker.

Me and my Mommy after my first marathon.

So hold on to those nerves but get ready to let them go the second you cross that starting line on Sunday. We are only 4 days away from one of the biggest marathons of our lives. I can’t wait to you bring you with me and experience this #SIX02Moment. I will be live instagramming the marathon so if you're not already follow me at @KellyKKRoberts. And share your moments as well! Share your pictures using the hashtag #SIX02Moment on Instagram and Twitter and help me get 602 posts! SIX:02 will match all the funds I raise from 10/23-11/3 if we can get 602 posts!  Until tomorrow everyone, #RunSelfieRepeat.

Working Out When You’re Not Athletic

When I was in elementary school I LOVED being physically active. I had an endless supply of energy, I’m incredibly competitive, and I may or may not have possessed a need to be the center of attention. I loved being athletic. When I transferred to middle school I changed. I hated PE. I didn’t want to run and I wasn’t involved in an organized sports team. With my Dad’s encouragement I joined the girls’ basketball team in sixth grade and I HATED IT. There was this competitive serious attitude towards it and I remember looking around thinking, “We are in the sixth grade. This means nothing let’s just have fun.” And everyone was like, “No we are athletes.” And I was like, “If by athletes you mean awkward tweens then yes, we are athletes.” So I started Irish Dancing as my form of physical activity. But I did it for fun. I wasn't extremely into the activity and I really just wanted to hang out with my friends.

I was participating in a twitter chat last night and some of the questions had to do with athletic backgrounds. Almost everyone said the same thing, “I’ve always been athletic. It’s just who I am.” And I thought, wait a minute…are you telling me you all LOVE being active? I hated physical activity! I hated physical activity at 23 when I started running. It wasn’t until that day when I ran 3 miles without stopping that I started to enjoy it. I have a really hard time relating to the group of people who have always been athletic. You know the people who have always loved working out. I also don’t really trust them and I say that as a newer member of their club. I wouldn’t trust anyone who loves running as much as I do. It’s just not normal!

I’m not gonna lie, when I see people working out at dawn I still think “that person is crazy.” Then I remember I too am about to run an ungodly long distance. So I think, “No girl, you are crazy too.” Even though I run marathons for fun now, it wasn’t too long ago when making it to the gym to get on an elliptical for 30 minutes felt impossible. It was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. I never wanted to go to the gym. I never wanted to do planks and squats because they are literally the worst! (I still hate planks. Squats and I are on good terms, but I like to pretend planks don’t exist.)

Just because you don’t necessarily share the same enthusiasm for physically activity that others possess doesn’t mean you may not like it. I didn't realize running was only hard and unbearable when you get started. Once I was able to run comfortably, everything changed. I was limiting myself because of how I defined myself. Because I wasn’t an athlete or physically active I told myself it just wasn’t for me. It’s all about trying something new and sticking with it. What do you have to lose? A few weeks of your time? Try spinning, lifting weights, cross fit, running, swimming, zumba, walking, golfing, or just getting on an elliptical. Even if you hate working out you may surprise yourself. People change. You may find a love for something you never thought you would enjoy. Everything get’s easier with time.  

So try something new, even if you hate working out. Sign up for the couch to 5k challenge! Buy a cycle of spinning classes. Join a group that walks. Invest in a gym membership. Just try it for 4 weeks, stick with it, AND SHARE YOUR PROGRESS! Take a picture of yourself and share it on Instagram or Twitter with the hashtag #SIX02Moment! Re-evaluate after 4 weeks. If you still hate it, try something else and don't stop until you find something you enjoy. Because it is possible to enjoy working out.

Just because you aren’t athletic doesn’t mean you can’t try something. You never know, you may love it! Until tomorrow friends, #RunSelfieRepeat.  

What to Expect During A Taper

Taper madness is no joke. With 6 days until the NYC Marathon I am FINALLY in the homestretch of this god forsaken taper. It’s been a year and four months since my last marathon and I completely forgot what tapering feels like! This is torture! I have SO MUCH TIME! I am running on a serious lack of endorphins! I’m losing my damn mind! 

No one is safe from taper madness not first time marathon runners, long time runners, or elite athletes. We all can join together as one and agree that we all hate the taper and for good reason! Taper is like that one kid in the class who is a real jerk and everyone hates. But then at the end of the school year you learn that the jerk just needed some attention and was misunderstood. The taper is the real test of a marathon. If you can survive the 3 week mileage decrease, you can run a marathon. Here are some things you will experience during a taper:

1. Energy

All the energy. Never in your life will you want to run 6 miles more than you will during a taper. “What do you mean I only have a 3 miler today!?!?! I’ll do 6, what’s the difference between 3 miles and 6 miles anyways?” Well for one there’s a 3 mile difference. I will say this to you in all seriousness, honor thy taper. Yes stopping yourself at 3 or 4 miles will be difficult but it’s necessary that you run only 3 or 4 miles when your plan calls for it! Let your body recover otherwise all this madness will be for nothing.

2. Nerves

Sitting around isn’t going to feel like it makes much sense. Neither does going from 40 miles a week down to 30 and then 20. How can you run a marathon by taking time off? You may find yourself doubting everything from your life choices to your shoe choices. “I didn’t do enough strength training! I need to get the gym ASAP.” No, no you don’t. Cool it. Trust your plan and trust your training. What’s done is done. “But I don’t like my marathon outfit, I need new everything.” No, no you don’t. What you have is awesome, don’t go buy new shoes. Go start watching Scandal and practice your marathon skills on a television set.

3. Anger

This was new for me, but similar to Runger I am finding myself incredibly hostile. I’m normally really upbeat and jolly but I will argue with anything and anyone right now. I tried to walk from Central Park down 5th Avenue to meet my sister and my best friend on 39th and I almost drop kicked 25 tourists. I audibly yelled at a dozen. It wasn’t pretty and those poor annoying tourists didn’t deserve to be yelled at. It’s not their fault I am tapering. Take it easy on the sassy-ness. I would even suggest avoiding people or important decisions, ESPECIALLY loved ones/significant others. I argued with my sister over not wanting to make her birthday dinner reservation. Who does that? This monster did that.

4. Starvation

I feel like a pregnant woman. I am always hungry. Thank god I am starting my carb load because I want to eat all the time. And there’s a difference between mindless eating and carb loading. I wanted to eat 30 chocolate bars but no, I can’t eat 30 chocolate bars. (See anger.) You unfortunately have to think of your body like a machine, if you put crappy fuel in it you perform crappy. I ate all the pasta and vegetables in the Manhattan area and I still was hungry. I am a bottomless pit right now.

5. Antsy

I already have a really hard time sitting still but during this taper? FORGET ABOUT IT! I was leaping out of bed at 7am over the weekend and blowing up my friends’ phones. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TODAY?” “LET’S DO SOMETHING!” "WHY AREN'T YOU RESPONDING TO ME?" "I'M COMING OVER!" I have been walking EVERYWHERE because I can’t sit still. Saturday I convinced my sister to walk 5 miles from her apartment in midtown to our best friend’s apartment downtown because it was a rest day and I just needed to MOVE!

6. Irrational Decisions

I went to target for laundry detergent and spent over $70.00 on nonsense. I bought a piñata! I actually bought legitimate nonsense. I cannot rationally tell you why I bought anything I bought. My advice is to not leave the house with credit cards and avoid online shopping at all costs. There are no rational choices, explanations, or answers during a taper.

7. An Overwhelming Desire to Be Competitive

I wish I could describe this one but honestly the more I try the more insane I sound. I am competing with strangers to do things that are not even competition. From walking up the stairs of a subway platform first to pressing an elevator button first, you name it, I’m going to try to win. As if New York weren’t crazy enough now normal people have to worry about me competing against them while they do mundane things.

So that’s what you have to look forward to. WHO WANTS TO RUN A MARATHON? But the taper is only 3 weeks. 2 weeks really, the first is basically a taper wink. Just keep telling yourself it’s only 3 weeks, it’s only 3 weeks, it’s only 3 weeks. And if you can beat the taper, you have nothing to worry about. In my humble uneducated opinion running a marathon is 60% training, 20% taper, 10% mental, and 10% running the actual marathon. So really the hardest part is over. The best way to make it out alive is to stay busy, eat, stay calm, count to 10 when you are feeling hostile and sassy, and just try not to lose it. Go clean out your closet or garage, spend time with all the people you’ve neglected, walk the dog a couple times, go out to eat, binge watch a new TV show, go see a movie or some live theatre, read a book, go on an adventure, or sleep! Do anything that will take your mind off the fact that you aren’t running.

Anyone get outside this weekend? Remember to share your pictures on Instagram and The Twitter using the #SIX02Moment! What’s the SIX02 Moment? It’s what inspires you and motivates you to be the best you! From setting a new goal, to accomplishing something spectacular the SIX02 Moment is a moment to share. I’ve teamed up with SIX02 to run the NYC Marathon and if we can get 602 people to use the hashtag #SIX02Moment then SIX02 will match all the funds I raise for Team for Kids, the charity I am running the marathon with between 10/23-11/3! We want to know what pushes you further, what excites and terrifies you and what you get out of bed for in the morning. We want you to share YOU! It’s your time and it starts at SIX:02.

Happy Marathon week everyone! Only 6 days to go and I am getting EXTREMELY excited!!!! Until tomorrow, #RunSelfieRepeat.