Race Day Reactions...The Boston Marathon Edition

There's only one thing I love more than running a race and that's looking at other runner's race day pictures. My God there is nothing more entertaining or inspiring than watching strangers caught in the act of doing something, that I think, is superhuman. Their reactions and expressions are PRICELESS. Not sure what I mean? Observe...

The air punchers.

The spectator huggers.

The hand holding finishers.

The arms out "Look at me! I'm running a marathon!" runners.

The runners that literally wear the expression, "I immediately regret this decision" and "Are we there yet?".

The peace sign throwers.

The pointers.

The thumbs up smilers.

The wavers.

The number one screamers.

And, of course, the proposers. (SWOON!)

And last but not least, can we just take a second to honor my boyfriend and your hero #162? Remember that time we were all like, "Who's the handsome man in the green tank top!" I do. I remember it like it was yesterday! If you haven't read why #162 took off like a foxy bullet to lead the first mile of the Boston Marathon over on Runners World, CLICK HERE. It will melt your heart. And that is why #162 is my BAE.

What are your favorite race day reactions that you see on race day? 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.