Giacinto Wedding, Check

Friends! I'm alive again! I woke up this morning still feeling awful and thought I was going to cry. But I just had a killer Mexican omlet with my Aunt and Uncle down at Harry's in la jolla and I feel like a new woman! And luckily I don't have to endure this flight hungover. So everyone wins!

I just boarded my plane back to nyc but let's tell some wedding advice and stories before I have to power down. 

1. I literally have whiplash in my neck from trying to get my beyonce on at the wedding. There was a point in the night that I went from blissfully buzzed to full throttle turnt up and it probably happened between having a cupcake smashed in my face and Beyonce. So depending on how I feel tomorrow I may have to take it easy until my neck heals. SO my advice? Don't try to dance like beyonce no matter how magical you feel. Only beyonce can do beyonce. Lesson learned. 

This is Shellyse. We get into A LOT of trouble when we are together...like....A LOT of trouble...

This is Shellyse. We get into A LOT of trouble when we are together...like....A LOT of trouble...

2. On the prowl. Let me just say there is nothing better than a bunch of handsome men in tailored suits. And isn't it the maid of honor and bridesmaid's jobs to make sure that handsome single men have a good time? I'd say we succeeded. A lady never kisses and tells. 

IT'S IRENE! AND CATHY! MY TRUE LOVES

IT'S IRENE! AND CATHY! MY TRUE LOVES

3. Boogie down. The secret to a successful wedding is inviting only your most fun friends and family and making sure your more conservative friends and family quickly meet or partner up with your most radical guests. If there is one thing I am good for it is making sure anyone I know meets anyone they don't know. Then I quickly peer pressure them onto the dance floor. The sooner they get out there, the sooner everyone starts to get crazy. This wedding rocked because everyone was there to mingle and have a good time. So everyone was on the dance floor from the smallest tiny kiddos to the grandparents. GET THEM ON THE DANCE FLOOR. 

My favorite little rent a baby

My favorite little rent a baby

4. AFTER PARTY. Ok, here's where I went wrong. I went way to hard at the after party and I started mixing beer with liquor. I mean I was feeling all fly walking around playing my favorite game "who wants to buy me a beer." How do you play? You literally walk into a conversation and say, "let's play my new favorite game who wants to buy me a beer." I had a 100% success rate and I highly reccomend you try it. Just remember to play "who wants to get me a water" as well...

Don't take pictures at the after party...

Don't take pictures at the after party...

5. SPEECHES. If you have to speak, cool it on the alcohol at cocktail hour. I'll admit I was a teeny tiny bit intoxicated and it made me nervous. Don't drink until it's done. It's not worth it. I mean it went great and I'm real proud of my speech but I forgot my favorite  joke and was a little wobbly...here's the proof. 

Alright kids. I'm being told to power down so more stories to come! Until tomorrow when I'm back in NYC, #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.