Hipsters of the Brooklyn half

The selfie squeal continued yesterday at the Brooklyn half and what better way to pass the time running 13.1 miles than hipster hunting in Brooklyn? The hotties were out in droves and I had a minute where I thought I really should have just hottie hunted but the hipsters didn't disappoint. In case you missed it, this morning GOOD MORNING AMERICA featured my hipster hunt. CLICK HERE to see. (It's at the end after Michael Buble and Godzilla. We are in good company.) A full race day recap is coming your way tomorrow but for now, enjoy "Hipsters Of The Brooklyn Half." (Or you can always check out the live Instagram footage: @kellykkroberts)

Just a hipster king and his hipster queen.

(OK I Couldn't Resist. Not a Hipster but HEY BOY!)

It’s a hipster conga line.

Don’t hate the hipster, hate the game.

Hat, Shades, Neon. LEGGO. 

That fro, fro, fro, fro, fro.

50 Shades Of Grey

Charity Men

Not a hipster, just a hunka-hunka-burning love.

Goin’ for the gold hipster.

Pandalicious Hipster

Undercover Hipster. (That's my boss, CEO of XO Group Inc. Mike Steib.) 

Wayfarer Hipster

Nothing says a hipster like a guy on stilts with a fanny pack.

And because I'm only human...

So what was my time? I broke two hours and ran 1 hour 56 minutes and 4 seconds. 

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.