The 9 Stages of Chafing

Can we take a second to discuss the hell that is the sensation of your skin being rubbed raw? When I started running, I never anticipated that I would end up physically scarred from running! Chafing is, quite frankly, the least sexy aspect about running. And sometimes no amount of body glide can save you from your inevitable demise. Here are the 9 stages of chafing.

1. Outsmart.

You lather your body in chafe cream, band aids and mole skin. "Not today chafing" you mutter as you dress yourself.

2. Paranoia.

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With each passing mile you get more and more anxious about whether or not your preparation is working...

3. Denial.

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"NO NO NO NO NO! There's no way I'm chafing. It's physically impossible. That's just my brain playing tricks on me!" You think as you sense your skin being rubbed raw.

4. Defeat.

defeat

Yes, yes you're chafing. You realized it's happening and there's nothing you can do about it.

5. Pain

pain

You wince every once in a while when something rubs the wrong way. Out of sight, out of mind.. you think as you start calculating how much further you have to go.

6. Dread.

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As your run comes to a finish, suddenly you realize that imminent post run shower is quickly approaching.

7. Prepare For the Worst.

prepare for the worst

You peel your gross sweaty clothes off and assess the damage. Yup, that's some raw skin right there. You close your eyes and step into the shower...

8. Searing Soul Crushing Agony.

Pain

Literally the worst pain in the whole entire world. Hell, you've just stepped into a world of hell. Everything burns and you can't see anymore, that's how much searing pain you're in.

9. Surrender.

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You did everything you could right? Right? RIGHT!?!?! Finally you come to terms with the fact that no matter what you do, there is no way around chafing when you're summer running...

Personally there are two thingsI can't live without and they are body glide and my Juno moving comfort sports bras. I'm just gonna leave that there and not go into detail. Why? Use your imagination. Its like a slasher movie. There....Sorry....

Until next time, #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.