The Great TuTu Epidemic

Ok, can we all take a minute to discuss what happened here? I was reading the article written by San Diego’s NBC 7 and I almost turned into the Hulk. Seriously? When is it ever a good idea to make fun of someone running! Poking fun? DEFINITELY! Some good ol’ tongue and cheek action? BRING IT ON! But some mean spirited, no good, nonsense? Give me a break.

Photo via NBC7

Photo via NBC7

A little background: So an editor at SELF magazine thought “I have a good idea, let’s take this gorgeous picture of Monika Allen, running a half marathon, with the biggest smile on her face, and comment NOT on the fact that she looks so happy running said half marathon, but instead on the fact that she’s wearing a tutu. That'll show her.” (Disclaimer: Not an exact quote.) I get it. Some people are too cool to wear the running tutu. So don’t wear the running tutu. But please, seriously, when is it ever a good idea to put someone down for what they wore to run a half marathon?

Look how much fun it is to wear a tutu!

Look how much fun it is to wear a tutu!

I’ve worn a tutu. Twice. Ever been to a RunDisney event? WE ALL WEAR TUTUS! Why? Because it’s the magical thing to do! Why not dress up for a race? Themed races are what we can thank for the overwhelming increase in people running 5ks, 10ks and marathons. It’s the reason so many people, like myself, are running and getting active. In Self magazine’s apologetic statement they said “One little smile or an extra cheer from a stranger can really make things better," totally true. Couldn’t be more true. Ever run a marathon? Ever spend four plus hours running, running just because? It’s hard. It’s really, really, really hard. I cried during my marathon. I literally hit mile 13 and could see downtown San Diego, 13.2 miles away. I stopped running, started walking and cried. (Disclaimer: It was a very short cry. And some wonderful supportive runner gave me a pep talk. Told me to cry at the finish line and that I should be proud because I was halfway there. But we can talk more on the kindness of strangers another time.)

It disappoints me that any media outlet would want to spin that story. But the best part is that Monika is a cancer survivor who sells running tutus to raise money for charity. Self Magazine just a heads up, almost everyone who runs a race does it for a reason. Whether it’s to raise money for a charity they hold close to their heart, for a charity to support a disease they are battling, for a charity that supports an illness that is or has affected their friends or family, to get healthy, to stay sane, to get over a breakup, to escape, to mourn, for fun, whatever it is, most people run for a reason.

Why are we looking to make fun of someone for what they wear to run a race in? We are all running far distances early in the morning in spandex. That’s ridiculous enough isn’t it? But to target someone for wearing a tutu? Knock it off. Stop with the name calling. I bet if you ran a race in a tutu you wouldn’t be as grumpy because happy people run in tutus. That negative energy has absolutely no place in the running community.  

I’m raising my tutu high-and Monika Allen you look amazing and your outfit is adorable. I can’t wait to buy a tutu from you. #hottieswhorunintutus

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What do you guys think? Did you get as worked up as I did?

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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.