Let The Wedding Rompus Start

Oh HELLO Run Selfie Repeaters! I'm coming to you poolside with a beer in my hand and the sunshine washing over me. It's a good day. Raven and I came up to Camarillo (where the wedding is happening Sunday) a day early to spend some time before the wedding festivities begin and cause some trouble. (I'll let you know if we need to kick start a fund to bail me out of jail tomorrow. )

First and foremost, a HUGE thank you to my pals over at Women's Health Magazine for the super groovy article. Check it out here.

My day started at 5am because I'm still on east coast time. Luckily it gave me some time to go over my maid of honor speech (Oh and it's quite a speech) and I got to finish my book. If you are looking for a book to read, A Discovery of Witches is where it's at. That book is real good. Real, real, real good. Next up, The Fault In Our Stars, which I hear is another grand slam book. After Raven got up I went out for a quick hill run.

We are spoiled in New York because we have absolutely no hills. Southern California is all canyons, all the time. My legs are really upset about it but it's important to incorporate hills to every training program. Trust me, your butt will eventually thank you.

The hills are alive with the sound of pain

The hills are alive with the sound of pain

Then it was shower, pack, load the car, que spice girl radio and then we hit the road! It's our last single girls road trip! It's the last time the two of us could scream/sing at the top of our lungs as two unattached single ladies!

ROAD TRIP!

ROAD TRIP!

Then I conveniently located an In N Out burger RIGHT NEAR where we were taking Raven's wedding gown to get steamed. After begging, pleading and bargaining Raven begrudgingly agreed to join the long line at In N Out burger so I could body slam a double double. (She's the best best friend ever.)

A long day's journey through the In N Out drive through.

A long day's journey through the In N Out drive through.

There is nothing in the world I love more than an In N Out burger. Seriously New York, get it together. SOMEONE. ANYONE. BRING THAT FRANCHISE TO ME.

The face of a happy girl.

The face of a happy girl.

Then we checked in the hotel, unloaded the car, cracked open some delicious beer and head down to the pool!

Up to no good.

Up to no good.

Alright friends, I am burning up. I need to go belly flop into the pool. Stay tuned for tomorrow for some mid day shenanigans. We have the rehearsal at noon, more partying and then the rehearsal dinner so I will try to bang something out at the pool. I'll try to take lots of pictures.

SO, it's Friday! Is anyone racing this weekend? ANY FIRST TIME RACERS?! Remember to send me those pics! Email me RunSelfieRepeat@gmail.com or use the hashtag #RunSelfieRepeat. You guys rock, don't ever change. I mean it.

Until tomorrow friends, #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.