All The Single Ladies, All The Single Ladies

So this morning I was reading Jezebel and found this gem.

I recently broke up with the guy I was seeing and it took EVERYTHING in me to do it. The day I finally ended it I remember telling my friend Heather, “I don’t know why I am putting up with this. My 10 year old self would kick my ass.” And it’s true, I am a ballsy woman and I was an even tougher little girl. I did not like to be pushed around nor did I tolerate anyone being mean to me, ESPECIALLY boys. (The same goes for now but the sass has gone down maybe 1 or 2 levels.) So when I found myself constantly nagging my friends with questions like "what am I doing wrong" and "why doesn't he care" I knew something had to change. I desperately wanted to find a way to make it work. But I cared a lot more about him than he did about me and ending it was the best thing for both of us.

My life.

My life.

Being the only single lady amongst a group of couples SUCKS. It’s the worst. Being single does not suck. Being the only single person REALLY sucks. This weekend had a common thread, my friends either found themselves starting new relationships or ending them. I don’t like feeling sorry myself so I have a hard time sitting with friends when they are going through a breakup. I know I'm the worst BUT I give great advice-so while I won't sit and eat ice cream with you and watch the notebook while draining bottles of wine, I will make you feel all sparkly and warm reminding you that you are a powerful woman who does not need a dude who can't get it together to make you feel inadequate. I deal with things very differently than most in that I hate sitting still. When I get my heart broken, I get outside because if I sit still, I start feeling sorry for myself and then I lose any and all motivation. For a few days, why not? Sometimes you have to wallow and wish things were different. But two or three days TOPS. After that I stop feeling sorry for myself and I stop talking nonstop about what went wrong. I know my friends don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to spend my entire day drowning in heartbreak.

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The actual reason I started running was because I got my heart broken. I was seeing this guy, who was NOT right for me. The whole thing ended up a blessing because I dodged a dead end relationship and I started running. But as it was happening I literally found myself running away from the problem. Then running from the problem became the solution. Running and laughing are the two best things you can do when you feel like your heart has been shattered into a million pieces. You don’t run, no problem! Just get outside! Go ride a bike, go for a walk, get some friends together and sit by a body of water or just go hang out in a park. GO OUTSIDE. And try to engage in conversations that aren’t just about your breakup (even though that’s all you can think about.) Find things to laugh at and laugh often. Round up your funniest friends and just laugh.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. So get going. Before you know it tomorrow will be here, and then the next tomorrow and the next. Time flies when you’re having fun so go find fun. Sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes it’s for the best. My advice, remember you're worth and ask yourself what your ten year old self would do. Probably cry for five minutes and then go find someone to play with. So get a journal, find an outlet, get outside and do you. It'll all be over before you know it and you're going to bounce back. (And if you want to start running-here's what you can expect ;) The 10 Stages of Going From Couch to 5k.

JK I date all the time.

JK I date all the time.

Alright friends, that's my two cents. We are 12 days from the Brooklyn Half and while my sister and I were out running on Friday I came up with the hashtag we will be using throughout the race. I think it's pretty funny. Any guesses? 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.