Another Saturday in the city

Who's feeling relaxed, I know I am. I love Saturday. I love Saturday more than any day of the week. You get to lounge and eat. And it's an amazing day in New York, with equal parts sunshine and monsoon.

I just finished my last long run before the Brooklyn half and I was sweating bullets. It takes a while to get used to running in inferno temperatures when you've been locked inside an eternal frozen winter wonderland. It's all good though, I love warm weather because warm weather means bbqs and beer. Which ironically is what my friends and I are doing at the moment. 

warmer temps mean less clothing. Everyone wins. 

warmer temps mean less clothing. Everyone wins. 

BBQ Saturdays. 

BBQ Saturdays. 

So I had a pretty interesting end to my week, I had two dates. (Disclaimer I'm real hesitant to share my dating life on here so you can have a taste but I'm not a Carrie Bradshaw. I'll let you use your imagination to color in the details.) Both dates were fun and both guys were great. But I was talking to a friend of mine today about dating in New York and how the date always goes really well, great chemistry, great goodbye kiss, you make plans for a second date AND THEN radio silence. You never hear from them again. She then introduced me to a new word, Ghosting-

Ghosting: when instead of ending a current or prospective relationship you disappear.  

WHAT THE EFF. GHOSTING? It's a thing! New York is ridiculous. Dating in New York is comical. I mean maybe I'm just to fun and I can't tell when nothing's there because I'm busy entertaining and telling jokes, but holy moly. Ghosting. That's a whole new can of worms. I'm exhausted. Datings exhausting. Running is exhausting. Life is exhausting. But hey, that's life in the big city! 

I'm excited for tomorrow we are having a big Mother's Day brunch for our New York mom Deb over in Chelsea which is going to be ridiculously fun. Who doesn't love brunch? !

Happy Saturday friends. Go let your hair down. Until tomorrow #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.