Just Be A Weirdo

I received an email last night that made me dissolve into a puddle of tears. I had just gotten home from my best gal pal Melissa's apartment. Melissa, her husband Stevie, and I spent the night eating pizza, dancing to Christmas music, and making peppermint meringues. When I got home I was pooped! Singing like Mariah Carey is exhausting. So I took some NyQuil (I'm fighting a cold), got into bed, turned off the lights, and for some reason decided to check my email one last time.  

There was an email was from a Mom who was worried about her daughter. Her daughter sounded like a very normal teenager who wanted to be popular. This Mom was worried that her daughter was trying to grow up to fast. She asked me what I was like in High School. I thought, well, unfortunately I have always loved being a weirdo.

My High School Legacy. They wanted to go "red carpet" and I was all no way I have a better idea...This is me and my friend Spencer being bums. My sign says, "Will Act For Food."

I figured out early on that humor had great power and I didn’t like being around the “popular” kids in my school. I wasn’t comfortable around them, I didn’t like the way that other kids talked about them, and I didn’t want to be a grown up as badly as they did. I was very satisfied with being a kid. I also had a confidence that a lot of kids don’t. I don’t know where that came from but I always thought I was the cat’s meow. Even when I was a loner without any friends I still thought I was the coolest thing. I struggled with everything else kids struggle with, don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all puppies and kittens, but for the most part I woke up every day with the sole intention to have fun. I wanted to go to the tide pools, slide down a hill in a box, hike, or find people to laugh with.

I wasn't kidding-this was our idea of a good time.

I realized that everyone was trying to impress their friends and spent every waking moment worrying about being liked. If you’re worried about your friends liking you, they aren’t your friends. Now I’m with you, I really like being liked. I still feel uncomfortable in my own skin, that’s never going to go away it happens from time to time over the years. My advice to anyone who just wants to fit in or be popular is to find something that truly makes you happy and throw yourself in it. There was a 2 year period in High School where I couldn’t find a group of friends I felt familiar with. I didn’t like the people I hung out with and I didn’t feel like me. Then I found the theater and my group clicked. I didn’t have to try in front of them because they didn’t care. We all just wanted to go on adventures and make each other laugh. No one cared about what labels we were wearing, what car we drove, how dysfunctional our families were, or being “cool.” We all just genuinely cared about each other.

Friendship.

Surround yourself with like minded people and be weirdos together. Stop trying to prove something and don’t show off. You shouldn’t have to worry about impressing anyone your task job is to get good grades and be a kid. Most importantly don’t grow up. It's 100% possible to be a responsible adult without "growing up." Look at everyone at Pixar! They are proof that magic lives when you don't lose your wonder. Never, never, never lose that creative questioning spark. Watch kids, they look at the world with wonder. They ask “What’s that?” and “Why?” The second you think you have everything figured out you’re doomed. The second you start caring more about how you look, who you’re with, and what you have, you’re done for! Surround yourself with people you actually like and take a step back from anyone you don’t feel authentic around. You don't have to eliminate anyone, or tell anyone you are eliminating them, just step away. People change, who knows what someone will be like in a year or two. Just don't reach out to them! It's simple.

Look, I don’t have the answers. I wish I did, all I know is I've tried to fit in. When I tried to fit in I didn’t feel like myself. So I said fuck it this is me and that's when I found a group I fit in with. Embrace your oddness and your inner weirdo. That is what makes you, you. Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.

Most people spend Prom making out with their boyfriends, we spent Prom acting like weirdos and drinking out of the chocolate fountain.

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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.

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The Curious Incident: Life Smacked Me In The Face Last Night

I don’t even know where to begin. December, in my personal opinion, is an overwhelming month. Why? Because every December the world decides to make lists and reflect on what they did and didn’t do the previous year, and resolve to do it differently the next one. PS who's idea was the whole "New Year New You!?!?!" You're stressing me out and you owe me an apology. I love and I hate New Year’s resolutions. I am a big fat fan of always bettering yourself. I love that moment when you figure out and can admit that you are motivated to be better. I’m sorry, excuse me, that’s a lie. I love looking back weeks or months after you decided to better yourself, when you are “better.” That moment’s fan-fucking-tastic! Getting there is really terrifying and hard.

I’ve had a really crazy year. Things I never imagined happening happened and I was put in a position I didn’t think I wanted to be in. I didn’t want to create a blog. I wanted to let everything blow over because I was terrified of trying to create something with the attention I was receiving from the NYC Half. I was (am) utterly terrified of embarrassing myself and putting myself out there only to be met by crickets or worse, pitchforks and torches. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted it and then crash and burn. Luckily my sister and one of my best friends Jason smacked me with some Oscar worthy motivational speeches, and stopped me from being lazy and holding myself back.

Why am I telling you this? Well last night my sister and I went to dinner and a show with two of the women who hold us together here in NYC Deb and Melissa and it rocked my world. Deb is our driven, smart, sweet, hilarious, and wickedly sharp NYC Mom and Melissa is one of those people you meet and you think holy hell how did I ever get to be so lucky to have someone as creative, funny, and selfless in my life? They both give great advice without telling me what to do and they are two of the people that I just can’t hide from. I’m a really good bullshitter. I got an undergraduate degree in becoming a professional and convincing bullshitter and if I am being 100% honest, the person I spend the most time bullshitting is myself.  

I have a really hard time admitting I want something when I don’t know how to get it. It’s one of the reasons I’ve fallen in love with running. It’s black and white, if you want to run a marathon you just slowly run further and further. Then you run a marathon! It’s amazing how incredibly simple it is. Terrifying and difficult yes, but so utterly simple.

Last night we all got together for the first time in a month and a half and we did what we always do, we lay everything on the table. We unravel the good, the bad, and the unknown.  Then Deb took us to see the most thought provoking piece of theater I have ever seen in my life, “The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Night-Time.” What a script. What a production! Honestly the staging of this show was so innovative; I am at a loss for words. But what was so powerful about this show, despite the spectacle of the production itself, was the story and the acting. Very rarely can you set such a complicated text into a technically advanced, borderline overwhelmingly stimulating world and still produce effective, simplicity that makes you think. I can’t say enough good things about this show. If you’re in London or NYC run, don’t walk, to see it. Or read the book I hear it’s equally incredible.

I don’t know if it was a combination of being with Deb, Melissa, and my sister and then seeing the show but I just took a step back and kind of realized I’m still holding myself back.

I’m starting to realize that I’ve bullshitted myself into “taking my time” and “seeing what happens” instead of admitting what I want and throwing myself into it completely. I’ve been doing the bare minimum which is the exact same thing as not trying. I am firm believer that the only way you can fail is if you don’t try. For me the scariest part that stops me dead in my tracks is just admitting that I want something or that I need to go after it.

But it’s just like what I’ve learned from training to run a marathon, you just have to bite the bullet, pull the trigger and ask for help. The next step is to simply hit the ground running. So that is what I did. Today I sent the emails that needed to be sent, I asked the people for help that I have been TERRIFIED to ask, and I finally admitted that I wasn’t going to wait anymore. I took the first step to getting out of my own damn way and start fighting.

So here’s to ending the year on an extremely fucking terrifying note and here’s to the fight that is only just beginning. Get ready because I just jumped off the cliff and you’re all coming with me.

Until tomorrow, #RunSelfieRepeat. (Anyone else's heart beating out of their chests? No? Just me? Groovy.)

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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.

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Christmas is Coming and You're Invited

IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE-EVE-EVE-EVE-EVE-EVE-EVE-EVE. It’s so close I can almost taste it! In 1 short week my sister Sammy and I will be on a plane headed back home to San Diego for our huge 30-40 person strong Christmas Extravaganza.  

I bet you can guess what kind of a traveler Sammy is ;)

Christmas in our family is a little, well, different. Our Christmas is 100% about family, food, and laughing. We have insanely kooky traditions that we’ve been doing for decades and we are always altering the old or adding new ones. It wasn’t until I was in college and I started bringing friends who couldn't get home for Christmas to ours that I learned that ours what the Unicorn of the Christmas world.

The festivities begin on Christmas Eve when everyone begins to descend into whichever city it is being held that year. (This year SAN DIEGO at my home!!!) We head to the nearest Christmas Tree lot and pick up the tallest tree or whatever they have left, strap it to the top of the car, and bring it back. Why wait until Christmas Eve? Well after my brother passed away we all decided it was too difficult to have a tree in the house for any longer than we needed it and my Mom didn't want to bring the ornaments down anymore so we came up with the Crafty Christmas Tree! My Mom is a teacher so she brings all her arts and craft supplies home and we spend  the next 2-3 hours spray painting, hot gluing, Popsicle sticking, glittering, and balloon animating our last minute steal. Our tree always looks ridiculous because we stick everything and anything on it but the best part is, when it's over we just drag the entire thing to the curb! No dismantling!

Then we break for the cookie decorating contest.  Well...it once was a contest now it's a eat all the dough without getting sick extravaganza. Maybe 20% end up cookies. While what few cookies that actually made it out of the oven are being decorated the Christmas jigsaw puzzled is emptied onto its designated table.  From there we move to our Chinese Dinner takeout night and try not to explode from all the eating we do. Finally we lay the stockings by the fireplace with care and listen to my Poppy read the night before Christmas. Then we all argue about what time we will wake up in the morning for presents (if there are any.) “7 I scream!” “10 everyone else proclaims.” We almost always compromise at 8 and I may or may not be guilty of getting everyone up at 7 anyways…I’m a morning person!

MMMMMMMMM Cookie Dough!

The next morning I wake up around 6 and start whispering to my sister, “Are you awake?” When she finally stops threatening me and starts whimpering, then I know it’s time to start texting or setting off subtle alarms to wake the rest of the clan up (like a ninja). The most difficult person to wake up is my Mother, the sleeping beast. When we were growing up there was a rule that no one was allowed to bug Mommy until 9:00am. The only time I ever saw my Dad threaten us was when we said we were going to wake her up. The woman loves to sleep in. But we (ok I) have it down to a science: First I send Dad in with coffee. Next I start throwing Oprah, Steadman, and Baby Kitty (our kitty cats) on her. Finally I sing annoying songs until she has to get up to escape me. (Works every time.)

MOMMY'S AWAKE!

MOMMY'S AWAKE!

Then we hang out and exchange gifts, guzzle coffee, and have the world’s most EPIC silly string fight. Everyone gets armed with 2-3 tubes of silly string and it’s war. After the silly string war it’s time for Brunch (more eating) and the rest of the day is spent playing with toys, drawing with chalk in the street, and cooking the GIANT Christmas feast.

Around 4:00 we break out the Christmas piñata. Why a Christmas piñata? WHY NOT!? It’s my second favorite part of the whole entire day! You get to whack the you know what out of something and get all those pent up emotions out. It’s hilarious and it’s just oh so much fun!

Christmas dinner is like Thanksgiving 2.0. We do turkey, mashed potatoes, and all the fixings. We cram everyone into this long mismatched table and we all literally sit on top of each other because there are always SO MANY PEOPLE. My favorite part about our Christmas is that no one really ever knows who is going to show up. We always have friends of friends or second, third, or fourth Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins show up. It's an open door policy! It’s always rowdy and hilarious and the food is always delicious.

Family time with Christmas crowns.

Christmas doesn’t end at midnight on the 25th, oh no we normally have a few more days of going to the zoo, to the movies, to the beach, trampoline parks, and exploring! I can’t wait to bring you all home this year to experience Christmas with us. For us Christmas has always been an everyone’s invited, the more the merrier, type of affair. All you need to bring is a sense of humor and a hunger for fun. For me Christmas is all about being with your family and making memories. 7 days left! Get excited we have some crazy things planned! Until tomorrow, #RunSelfieRepeat.

The only missing piece of our Christmas puzzle.

The only missing piece of our Christmas puzzle.

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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.

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Getting to the Finish Line During A Bad Race

Every single runner’s worst nightmare is a shitty race. We aren’t talking a meh half marathon we are talking a catastrophically shitty race where everything that can go wrong does go wrong. You know the one, we all have a battle story. Who knows why they happen, it could be as simple as waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Sometimes nerves get the best of you while in the very worst of cases it’s the all too common case of …well…let’s just say your fastest intervals will be the ones spent sprinting in between porter-potty’s.  So what do you do when the stars don’t align and you start battling the, “Just quit now” and the “I hate this so much?” Here are my tips to getting to the finish line:

Dress Rehearsals and Nothing New

have to try

Any website or article harps on this more than any other piece of advice so let’s not spend too much time on it. Basically you train to prepare for a race, why wouldn’t you practice your pre/mid/and post race fueling? My last dress rehearsal for the NYC Marathon was the Staten Island Half and I had to run 7 miles before the half. Well something in my pre-race meal plan didn’t sit well and I spent the entire race fighting cramps and stomach issues. I spent most of the race sitting in the different plastic thrones throughout the course. I don’t even know what my half marathon time was I was so mortified. It was probably the worst running experience of my life. But I was able to delete the food that didn’t work and I had no problems come marathon day. Stick with what you know works. (And keep an Imodium in your checked bag. They are good to have on hand should disaster strike.)  

Break the Race Up

long minute

Don’t even WORRY about the finish line instead focus on very small increments during the race. For half marathons I break the race up into 5k’s, 1 or 2 miles if I am having a really bad day. For marathons I break the race up into a 5k, a 10k, a half marathon and then I start over and break the second 13 miles back up into 5ks. For me being at mile 20 and telling myself I have less than a 5k left feels so much more manageable than saying I have 2 more miles. Every single race is different, it depends on where my head is at. Just break the race up and focus on very small distances.

Smile

smile

A lot can be said for just simply smiling. Nervous? Smile. Angry? Smile. Indifferent? Smile. Smiling for 2 minutes alone changes you physiologically. So even if you are a breath away from dissolving into a puddle of tears, smile. Make eye contact with spectators if they are out there, smile at them. Use them.

Focus on Passing People or Things

lolz

This is one of my favorite tricks to make the time go by. I employed this during my very first half marathon at mile 11 when I actually spent a good 5 minutes scared out of my mind that I wasn't going to make it.  Luckily a girl who was running for Team in Training ran up to me and asked if I wanted to run with her since we had spent the majority of the race running at the same pace. She suggested we focus on putting our attention on someone ahead of us and trying to pass them. You don’t have to sprint after them, all you have to do is slowly inch your way closer and closer. Then when you pass them you pick another runner or a landmark.

Walk!

walk

If you are seriously over a race and ready to quit, just walk! What’s wrong with walking? Why do we runners hate it so much? A part of me is like, “I’d rather quit than walk.” Really? Why? Look if worse comes to worse and you have to take some time to walk, THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT! WALKING IS WONDERFUL! Sometimes, you just have to walk. Walk it out!

Distract Yourself

distracted

I’m not saying take selfies with hot guys but the reason I did it that very first time during the NYC Half Marathon was to distract myself. I hadn’t trained and decided to run the Friday before. I was really afraid of how I was going to do and the idea came to me before the race. I had never laughed so hard during a race and I never once stopped to wonder where I was on the course. I just had fun. Sometimes getting into your music or running with someone can be a great distraction from the race itself.  

Talk to Yourself Like A Crazy Person

look at you

I’m not kidding, talk to yourself. Find a couple of phrases that mean something to you and repeat them in your brain or even out loud if you have to. Whenever I'm driving the struggle bus you can see me actually muttering to myself, “You’ve got this. You’re incredible. You’re a bad ass. Just keep going.” It’s crazy but it works. It’s a great way to take your mind off the race and like smiling it changes you.

Put Your Name on Your Shirt

you like me

Even if you are having the WORST race, if people are cheering and screaming your name it will get you through. I’d never done it before the NYC Marathon and I regret not doing it sooner! It only cost me $20 to have my name screen printed onto my race day shirt and to have complete strangers scream, "Go Kelly" or "Looking good Kelly" was incredible. I know it sounds vain but it made a world of difference. I wish I could have stopped to hug everyone who took a second to cheer for me.

Start Slow

slow down

I say this to you as a hypocrite who ran the first 10 miles of the NYC Marathon around my 5K pace, so I understand how difficult this is. SAY IT WITH ME, START SLOW. Force yourself to run 10-20 seconds slower than your goal pace if you are running a half marathon or a full marathon. Start slow, start slow, start slow.  At least try to start slow because it’s the best way to not suffer and have a rough end to a race.

Leave a Bad Race at the Finish Line

Sometimes you have a bad race. They happen. Maybe the conditions weren’t the best, or your head wasn’t in it, you didn’t feel good, who knows! But when they happen you have to take a minute to figure out what went wrong, come up with a plan for next time, learn from it, and then just forget about it. Don’t kick yourself, don’t dwell on it, just leave it. Look at it like a learning experience and just be proud you had the courage to sign up, participate, and finish. There’s always next time.

Bad races really can mess with your mind and leave a bad taste in your mouth. All you have to do is try to make it to the finish line. What’s your favorite tip for a really shitty race? Until tomorrow friends, #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.

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My First Marathon: From Impossible to Possible

I have yet to find a my first half or full marathon story that doesn't make me take a second to look up. When I opened my email to this "My First Marathon" I actually had to sit down for a minute. Sometimes we forget how fortunate we are to have people or ease on our side. I want to introduce you to a very driven and inspiring Run, Selfie, Repeater named Rachel who's "My First Marathon Story" will make you take a second to reevaluate your goals, pinpoint what's holding you back, and realize that there's more at stake than just being able to say you did it.

More and more I find myself announcing that I want do or accomplish something but can't find the motivation to get started. What do you do when you know you want to do something but can't bring yourself to make it happen? What happens when life gets in the way? And lastly what happens when the one thing you want so badly to do actually becomes impossible? I'll let Rachel explain...


My name is Rachel and my running story has been developing my whole life. I come from a very dedicated running family. My Mom, Dad, Sister, and Brother, 3 of my Uncles, and 10 of my Cousins are all marathon and half-marathon runners. I knew from a very young age that I wanted to one day run a marathon but I always made up excuses about why I couldn't. I would stand on the sidelines at races with my cowbell in one hand and encouraging sign in the other cheering on all of my family members. I would run from time-to-time with my Dad but that was the extent of my running for many years. I kept the idea of a marathon in the back of my mind, but had absolutely no intent on acting on this dream for a very long time. 

In November of 2012 tragedy struck my running family. One of my biggest inspirations, my 2nd cousin Joey, passed away from a short but aggressive fight with cancer. Joey had run 187 marathons in his 64 year lifetime. Every single race I went to he finished with a smile on his face. This hit everyone very hard. Joey was a real life superman and seeing him struggle was absolutely devastating to everyone. Joey’s passing drove many more people in my family to take up running to carry on his legacy. I wanted to start running but I still didn't have the motivation or the time to train for a marathon.

This on January 16th, 2013 I was involved in a very bad car accident. I was on my way to school on a very cold and icy Minnesota morning when I lost control of my car and slide into oncoming traffic. I was very lucky that day. My car looked like the wrecked car you see on the news that was involved in a fatal car accident. However, praise be to God, other than some very severe bruising and physiological strain, I came out of that accident with nothing more than a VERY shattered ankle. It may seem strange that I am happy with a shattered ankle, but compared to what could have happened, I am forever grateful.

However, the injuries sustained to my right ankle were quite horrific. I ended up completely fracturing my fibula, partially fracturing my tibia, and completely dislocating my ankle from my talus (THANK YOU nursing school!! haha). Sitting in an ER hospital bed for nine hours, having my ankle reset THREE TIMES, and being completely drugged up made me realize that my life would be forever changed from this accident.

Two reconstructive surgeries, a month in a wheel chair, four months on crutches, and six months of physical therapy made me want to run more than anything else in the world. I was always a very active not being able to do anything on my own made me unbelievably anxious.

Five months later, I was able to walk across the stage at my high school graduation with NO crutches, NO boot, and NO LIMP! It's crazy how you take walking for granted until it is taken away from you. After seeing 15 of my family members cross the Twin Cities Marathon finish line in October, I set a goal for myself; I was going to run my first marathon in June of 2014. I told my surgeon and physical therapist and both of them said that they weren't sure if my ankle would hold up, but they both cleared me to start training anyways.

Rachel looking really cool in her #HottieHunting Run, Selfie, Repeat hat. 

I began my training on October 8th, 2013. I asked my dad if he would make me a customized training schedule that would be easier on my ankle but would still prepare me to finish my marathon in June. I went back to school and told everyone of my plan. I got a few laughs, a few good lucks, and one very brave friend that started running with me.

Let me tell you, training through the winter in Minnesota is absolutely brutal. There were days that I would go out for a run and it would be sunny, and I would get back and it would be a fricken’ blizzard outside. I slipped, fell, and slid many times as I ran down the icy sidewalks but I refused to move my training inside. My college actually has a very nice track so not moving inside was my own stubborn fault, but for some reason I was dedicated to doing my entire training outside. 

 June came a lot quicker than I expected. Before I knew it, it was June 20th and for the first time when I got to the expo, I was able to hear the words "Have a good race". I'm sure the volunteers thought I was insane when I cried as they handed me my race packet, and activated my chip. I just could not believe that I was finally there; I was SO ready for this.

After tossing and turning the majority of the night with nervous excitement, my Dad, Sister, and I laced up our shoes, pinned on our bibs, and piled into the car as my mom drove us to the starting line. Let me tell you, 26.2 miles seems a lot longer when you are driving the race course in reverse. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to run a race that originated after the first man that ran it, DIED. I had to be absolutely crazy to be doing this. But I couldn't hold in the tears as I stood toe to toe with all 9,000 other marathoners and heard that gun go off. I was off and running on my first 26.2 mile voyage.

 The weather that day was cold, misty, and windy, prime conditions for every runner EXCEPT the one that has metal wrapped around the bones in her ankle. This definitely slowed down my time but I didn't mind, I was just happy to be running.

Mile five..... still feeling good...... mile 10.... I'M IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS. I had a huge cheering section consisting of my mom, sister, brother-in-law, and a group of college friends that came to cheer me on. .... Mile 13..... half way there (definitely some tears spread here)........ mile 20....... you are going to make it... Finally, mile 26. I could see the finish line, medals and free t-shirt, and I could hear the crowds cheering. I looked down at the brace on my ankle, looked up to heaven, threw my arms up in the air and let out the loudest, most joyful scream of all time. I had finally finished a marathon, I could finally put that 26.2 sticker on my car, I earned bragging rights over all of my friends, and I had done something that only 10% of people in the world can say they have done. I proved my surgeon, physical therapist, parents, and even myself wrong. That smile still hasn't left my face.

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I often hear people say that they don't think they could ever run 26.2 miles. Well, I am here to honestly tell you, if I can run a marathon 1.5 years after breaking both bones in my ankle, you can run a marathon too. Your mind will give up much sooner than your body will. It will not come overnight, but if you have the motivation to do it, anything is possible. You just have to get out there and kick some asphalt.


Time is ticking. It's so easy to forget how fortunate we are when very little is standing in our way. But most importantly a big thank you to Rachel for reminding me that there's so much more than just running a race. Everyone's journey to the finish line is different and sometimes we take for granted the fact that we can even get to the starting line. Until tomorrow, #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.

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