Race Day Recap #TheBrooklynHalf

It’s over! The Brooklyn Half came and went quicker than lightening! I want to do it again! The NYRR (New York Road Runners) throws an incredible race. From pre-race events, to the race course, volunteers, hydrating stations, to the finish line party the event was off the hook. It was one of the top three race events I have ever been to and A SERIOUS good time.  (CLICK HERE For #HipstersOfTheBrooklynHalf) Here’s a little recap of my Brooklyn Half Adventure.

Race Day Eve I hopped on the train and ran over to Union Square to splurge on a new shirt to wear for the race. After finding the wackiest looking muscle tee I raced back to Brooklyn for my shakeout run. Halfway through my run it started to POUR! So after I swam home I ordered some spaghetti Bolognese from my favorite restaurant and waited for Tara to arrive for our PRE RACE SLEEPOVER!

ALLLLLLLL the porter potties.

ALLLLLLLL the porter potties.

Get in my mouth.

Get in my mouth.

A torturing device?

A torturing device?

 

 


Tara rolled up with all sorts of goodies INCLUDING her witchcraft acupuncture mat which I have to say hurts so good. Then of course we grabbed our “sticks” and rolled out our leg muscles before we assembled and modeled our race day outfits.  

ROLL OUT!

ROLL OUT!

sleepover!!!!!!!!!!

sleepover!!!!!!!!!!

When all our ducks were in a row, we set our alarms, finalized our race day playlists and hopped into bed for some pre-race snoozing. I got a terrible night’s sleep. I was tossing and turning all night and woke up probably every other hour to fiddle on my ipad. I can't help it, I get so excited before a race! I woke up well before my pre-set alarm and honestly, I’m naturally an early riser but if there’s something I’m excited for, I'm the girl at the sleepover whispering, “Are you awake?” until my friends get up. So when I heard Tara tossing and turning, I immediately jumped up and yelled “IT’S RACE DAY!” So we got all excited and started dancing around my room chanting “it’s race day, it’s race day, it’s race day, it’s race day” which I am sure my roommates and their guests who were also spending the night REALLY appreciated at 5:30 in the morning. We then went charging about the apartment getting our pre-race meals ready continuing our chant dance.

WHAT A HIPSTER

WHAT A HIPSTER

So much love.

So much love.

After ceremoniously dressing in our race day garb, we liberally applied our Solbar Sunscreen and a little Covergirl waterproof mascara and were out the door! (Well we got to the bottom of my 4 story walk up when I realized I had forgotten my banana. So up I went and down I came, banana in hand, and THEN we were off to the race!) I was supposed to run in wave 1 but decided to hang back with Tara and run in wave 2. We checked my bag and got to work HIPSTER HUNTING. Brooklyn did not disappoint! Tara and I had a ball killing time and shaking out our pre-race nerves dancing to music and snapping pictures with hotties and hipsters alike.

There was an incredibly dashing man behind me before we started and I couldn’t resist. One selfie with Prince Charming later and we were on our way!

HOTTIE WITH A BODY.

HOTTIE WITH A BODY.

I took off WAY. TO. FAST. I wasn’t paying attention to my pacing and I didn’t think to check in until mile 4 when the damage was done. If there is one thing I need to adjust for the NYC Marathon it’s my habit of running far to fast in the beginning of races. I think I just need to start reading the tortoise and the hare daily and remind myself to hold my horses.

My absolute favorite selfie of the race was this guy wearing a full on American Flag Jumpsuit. Where can I get one? THE BEST. I’m telling you, the running jumpsuit and the running romper need to happen!

Miles 10 and 11 were my struggle miles. I was starting to feel the fatigue from gunning it at the beginning of the race. So I turned to my struggle tactics: look up, smile, relax and repeat “You are a warrior. You are killing it. You are almost done. One more mile. One more mile. OH LOOK, a hot guy! Run after him!”

Then before I could give up, the race was over. The medal was around my neck and I joined the thousands of people collecting bananas, power bars (oh man the most delicious power bar ever), bagels water and Gatorade. I collected my bag, snapped a photo with a shirtless hottie and waltzed over to the stadium to enjoy some post-race beers and the band.

My goal was to break 2 hours and my goal time was 1 hour 55 minutes. I did 1 hour 56 minutes and I could not be happier. It's a personal best for me and I am slowly shaving time off my miles! Here's my breakdown.

Service was terrible. I would get reception for 5 minutes and then lose it for 20 so I was having a hard time meeting up with friends. Hours later, I was found and rewarded for my patience with a delicious beer and French fries. But I sat alone waiting for someone to find me for a good while.

A few beers and endless laughs later, my friends and I were on the train homeward bound WHEN MY MEDAL BROKE! A bad omen? WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!? (I hot glued it so we are good. A funny reminder of the hilarious time we had at the Brooklyn Half.)

What does this mean!?!?!

What does this mean!?!?!

So, we came, we ran and we conquered. The next morning Good Morning America featured my run and I woke up to some pretty interesting texts. CLICK HERE to see the footage (Fast Forward to 1:55) So what now? Luckily I have an INSANELY busy month ahead of me full of running, traveling, work and racing. I have a busy, busy, busy summer ahead of me but it’s all a part of the excitement! New York baby, the city that never sleeps! Happy running friends! 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.