The Christmas Pinata

HO HO HO , happy 27th of December friends! The Christmas train is still chugging along here in San Diego and boy are we having a ridiculous time. The weather here is a blissful sunny mid sixty degrees and I haven’t gotten out of my running clothes, done my hair, or put make up on in days. I’m in full vacation mode and I don’t care who knows it. (Don’t worry I’m showering daily.)

Yesterday when I left you we did what is arguably everyone’s favorite event of Christmas, the Christmas Pinata. This year was especially strange because my father decided to chop down our huge, beautiful jacaranda tree that lived in our front yard for 20 something years. With no trees on our property besides palm trees we ended up hanging the giant monstrosity on our overhang. The piñata was industrial strength and we were hesitant to use the bat so close to our sliding glass door. It took only one swing to veto the bat and instead opt for use of our fists and feet to break the Christmas monster. We were out there swinging and kicking for quite some time. Turns out we aren’t as tough as we thought we were.

We finally gave up on the blindfold and went for one shot each when the piñata gave way to the $1 bills and quarters. Santa knows how to make it rain and hail and boy are my college loans thankful. Here’s an abridged version for your viewing pleasure, and no I didn’t make contact with the piñata once. I know, it’s slightly pathetic.

After the piñata we went to see ‘Into the Woods’ which was MAGICAL. Meryl Streep is dazzling. I’ve seen this play butchered by high school students probably a billion times so I was hesitant to go but I’m so glad we went. I love Sondheim. I really truly love what the story has to say to our world. A must see in my opinion. ALTHOUGH I sat next to a teenage boy who was the loudest mouth breather. I thought I was going to lose my mind or smother him with twizzlers. Honest to God, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard. I wanted to just shove an entire package of Sour Patch into his mouth and scream, “BREATH THROUGH YOUR NOSE! MY GOD!”

After the movie we came home and finished our SECOND 1000 piece Christmas puzzle. I am still adjusting to the time difference (AKA I’m a lame 25 year old who loves an early bedtime) and I put myself into bed ridiculously early. I only do it so I can get up early and go on fun adventures! This morning my Aunt Kathleen, my cousin William, and I went for an early hike at Torrey Pines State Park. It’s one of my favorite places in San Diego to go explore. The views of the ocean are incredible and there are so many different trails to putz  around on. It was also nice to just spend time trapped on a hike together.

Now we are getting ready for our next huge party which is Mexican Dinner night! Tonight’s the night that we invite all sorts of friends and family over to enjoy some shenanigans and tacos. The fiesta kicks off in just a few hours and my cousin and I are about to take off now for a quick run before we continue to stuff our faces with tacos and chocolate. I hope your holiday has been lovely friends. Tomorrow we are headed to the San Diego Zoo which is always hilarious. 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.