The 9 Stages Of Hill Repeats

1st Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"I'm going to eat these hills for breakfast!"

2nd Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"This hill is my b*tch! This is going even better than I anticipated! I must be in great shape!"

3rd Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"WOO! I FEEL ALIVE!"

4th Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"F*ck this hill."

5th Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"Am I dying? Can someone tell me if I'm dying?!?!"

6th Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

 "NO MOREEEEEEEEEEE. NO MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?"

7th Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! ENOUGH! When will this madness end!"

8th Hill Repeat.

9 stages of hill repeats

"Alright, one more. You can do this. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

After You Finish.

9 stages of hill repeats

" I AM AN OLYMPIAN! I AM THE GREATEST RUNNER TO EVERY GRACE THE EARTH! Jesus Christ, ow! My legs! OW! Alright...one more mile..."

I have a love hate relationship with hill repeats (And let's not forget that time I got in a fight with the hill in Prospect Park). They are seriously painful but oh so very necessary. To be honest, it's one of the most rewarding feeling being able to fly up a hill that once kicked your ass. Stick with them, they definitely make you a stronger runner. 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.