Single and Ready to Mingle

We're all friends here, let's get candid. I am dating again. Can I just address the fact that this go around has been DRASTICALLY different than the past year? Since #EmailBreakup I have been on one date. Just one. Let me describe to you how the first two minutes went. Ready?

First, he was late.

Then he sat down, no hello/hi/how are you/how about this weather/nice to see you/sorry I'm late I was saving a kitten from a tree, he just sits down and says, "So my Mom reads your blog and she wants me to marry you."

I laughed and tried to make a joke out of it.

And he followed that with, "She wants to know what you mean by cupcake habit. She thinks it's code for drugs."


I'm not going to lie, I actually like dating. I get along with pretty much everyone and I have a lot of fun with strangers. And most of the guys I date are on the funny side so even if there's no chemistry, I still spend most of the time laughing. It's getting myself to the date that proves difficult. I don't like dressing up. I don't like getting ready. So I drag my feet and stomp around trying to cancel. Then I get there and laugh my face off. But alas, dating now is very different than dating was just a few months ago. My little horse and pony show is throwing a beautiful monkey wrench into my single hood. Here are the two problems I am having...

1. I have no time.

I'm 6 weeks away from a marathon and I have no time to date. I wake up, go to work, run or spin, and go to bed. I have 2 rest days. 2! And those rest days are spent either catching up with friends, running errands, or just trying to sit still. Turns out guys don't love it when they ask you out and you say you are free in two weeks. (I know, so odd.)

2. I have no anonymity.

Because I don't have time to go run around the city and engage with strangers, I online date. The best part about online dating is that you don't reveal any information about yourself except your name, a couple of pictures, and what you like to do for fun. Everyone is pretty anonymous. Well with me, not so much. One guy opened with, "That giant gummy bear is a pretty tough act to follow." And I thought to myself how on earth do you know about that giant gummy bear? Turns our he found my Instagram. Which, I'm not gonna lie, it's actually been pretty nice. I no longer have to worry about making a good first impression, they already know just about everything about me. You men are pretty clever.

Here's another curve ball, men are surprisingly intimidated by me! I know! Me! I'm like a kitten! I've discovered that men have a serious fear of being "Carrie Bradshawed." In just one day about 6 guys said something along the lines of, "I'm afraid to be communicating with you" or "Are you using this for blog screenshot material?" Or my personal favorite, "What are your intentions? Should I be watching what I say?" What are my intentions? I actually have to explain to guys that I am just interested in dating. Men are such delicate flowers. 

So stay tuned. This time around is proving to be extremely entertaining. That is, if I can find the time (or the courage) to actually go out on a date. (I need someone who runs you guys, it would make my life so much easier.) Yay to single life! 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.