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

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.