12 Thoughts I Have During A Really Bad Long Run

I want to let you all in on a not so secret, secret. Don’t tell anyone I told you this but running can really suck. GASP…said no one. Alright, so it’s not a secret. It cracks me up when I talk to my friends who say to me, “I read your blog and feel inspired to run but then I see you moaning and groaning about an upcoming long run or laying on the floor close to tears post run and think meh, maybe not.”

Running isn't easy. More often than not running is loads of wonderful fun but running can also be a giant pain in the ass. Here are 12 thoughts I have during a really bad long run:

1. “What difference would it make if I just don’t run?”

lazy i just dont care

2. “It’s too cold. I feel like my nose is running faster than I am.”

everythings the worst

3.”Why am I running so slow? Jesus, I feel like I’m moving in slow motion!”  

running slow

4. “I’m thirsty and I’m hungry. And tired. And cold. When I finish I am going to eat French fries, a chocolate bar, and a cupcake. Or maybe a burger. Or steak. Yeah steak, french fries and chocolate. And a cupcake.”

theres no cake

5. “Game day decision, 6 miles or 14? If I’m going to run 14 I need to take a GU now or else this bad run is going to end up being a terrible, awful, no good, very bad run.”   

not allowed

6. “There’s no way I’m running 14 miles. I’ll just do 8 and get back on track next week.”


7. “I hate this song. Why is this song even on my playlist? Who was stupid enough to buy this song? Oh wait, I was. I’m stupid.”

hate this song

8. “Well I’m at 8 miles now and I’m still 2 miles from home. I’ll just run one more lap of the park. One more lap won’t kill me. And 11 miles is almost 14 miles…I’ll just go for 11.”

just do it

9. “Damnit, I should have taken that GU. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. I am so dumb. I am the most dumb.”

what have i done

10. “There has to be a better way to blow my nose when I run than just wiping it all over myself! Note to self, Google how to blow nose when I run when I get home.”


11. “Wait…I don’t have any food at home. Should I stop by the market on my way back to my apartment? I’ll lose a half a mile if I stop... Food or a half a mile? I’m at 11.3 miles now. 11.3 miles plus .5 miles is 15 miles? No…what? That can’t be right. I'M TO TIRED TO DO MATH!”


12. “Well…At least it’s over. And 12 miles is better than nothing. I’ll take it. I think I’ll take a nap.”

take a nap

I have spent many a Saturday or Sunday dragging my feet, complaining about having to run. Sometimes I would much rather lay in bed until noon watching crappy TV instead of waking up early to go run for 2-4 hours. Training for an endurance race isn't easy. Sure some long runs  are more enjoyable than others but it takes dedication to cross a finish line. And when all is said and done, it’s those really awful runs that remind you how strong you are. You just have to suck it up and get it over with. That’s the difference between being doing something huge and not doing anything at all.

Yesterday during my really shitty long run I thought of the advice my Dad gave me a great before I ran my first marathon, “Life's made for participating. You just have to try to survive.” The way I see it, you have two options: push yourself to be the best you possible or sit back and watch life pass you by. Make the most of what you have now. Make the sacrifices and put in the work to be the best you possible. Don’t just participate, call the shots. Until tomorrow,  #RunSelfieRepeat.


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.