This Is What Happens When You Get Into Running

“You’ve changed.” That is the most common statement made to me by friends, Facebook friends, and family members after I joined my new cult comprised of runners. Yeah, yeah I have changed OK!? When you fall for running it’s impossible not to change. You’re sucked into this endorphin high filled world that is probably as close to heaven on earth as you can get. Why? Because think of it like this, the running community is made up of driven, passionate, crazy people who are powered by endorphins , carbs, and chocolate. (OK the chocolate part is just me.) But we are people who can reach for a cookie and be like, “LOL I’m running 14 miles tomorrow this cookie ain’t got nothin’ on me!”

Membership into our non-exclusive chipper club comes at a price. What price is that? Oh just your life. GASP, what do you mean my life? I mean you are going to become an all consumed running fiend who eats, sleeps, and breaths running. Ever heard the joke, “How do you know someone is training for a marathon? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.” Yeah that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m proof, I created a blog so I could blab about running on the daily. Yeah, I’m a crazy running person who just can’t stop talking about running marathons.

This is what happens when you get into running:

You enter into an exclusive relationship with food.

You’re like this insatiable bottomless pit who is constantly eating. The best part about running a marathon is the amount of guilt free eating you get to do. Want to know what I do after a long, long run? Eat steak, eggs, and pancakes. Or I get fried chicken and waffles. Healthy? No. Delicious? HELL YEAH. Every decision you make will probably revolve around meals. What can you eat when before and after a run. Welcome to the world of delicious food treasures. Just beware of the runger.

You’ll actually like the way you look.

No seriously. You stop being like, “If only I worked out more I would have that body.” Instead you’re like, “Damn Gina, look how sexy those leg muscles look. Yeah, I’m gonna wear shorts in winter because the world needs to see these calves.” You’ll finally realize that if you’re not a Victoria’s Secret model, that’s ok, because you have GIANT muscles and you’ll be proud of your work.  

You’ll have endless amounts of energy.

The surge of endorphins constantly raging through your system leads to endless amounts of energy. Enjoy that pep in your step and get ready for jam packed full days of adventuring because sitting still is going to get really difficult.

Your priorities change.

Goodbye nightlife hello 9:00pm bedtime. Your world will revolve around when you can get that run in.

You’ll be spending your money a little differently.

Why buy heels when you can buy a sweet pair of Asics? Why go to a bottomless boozy brunch when you can spend that money on a spin class? You won’t feel bad about splurging on a massage because your muscles deserve it. Frivolous spending gets funneled into the running fund which brings me to…        

All trips and vacations will revolve around races.

“Oh I have a wedding in Napa over Memorial Day…I wonder if there’s a half marathon I can run…” Anytime I find out I’m going somewhere I hope onto BibRave and figure out if there’s a race I can run while I am there because I’m a crazy person. “I want to go overseas…I wonder if I can run a marathon in Europe…” Actual words that come out of my mouth. But the best way to see a new place is to run it! Am I right or am I right?

Your dating life gets difficult.


And by difficult I mean non-existent. More times than I would like to acknowledge did I go on a date after 4-6 mile runs this year. All of which I regretted because I rolled up looking like a hot sweaty mess. But when you’re a runner, running comes first. I’d rather run than date any day. And then when you finally catch a man/lady friend you have to sneak away early in the AM for a training run or a race. And if your significant other isn’t a morning person just kill me now. It’s  the worst. (Although you can get your run in and shower by the time they are ready to go get breakfast so silver lining.) But bottom line you probably won’t see your man or lady friend for a while.

You will have a very different relationship with the porcelain thrown.

Yeah…I mean…It’s a rocky road but…well…you know…there’s this thing called “runner trots”…I don’t really want to…um….well…just know where the bathrooms are during your long runs. Just…yeah…

You’ll talk about your mileage like it’s no big deal.

But secretly you will be like, “Yeah I said 20 miles. I actually ran 20 miles today. Did I mention I am training for a marathon?” I get a rush of pride whenever I tell someone my quick run is 4-6 miles. Whatever, I’ll admit it, no shame. #SorryNotSorry

You may become a superstitious person of habit.

Race day eve is like groundhog’s day in my neck of the woods. I do the same things, eat the same things, go to bed at the same time and get a little anxious if I deviate. But if it aint broke don’t fix it! I have a system alright!

You’ll just be really happy.

Running makes you happy and it just makes you feel good about yourself. It just does. So I hope you like being happy.

So what are you waiting for? Run. Until next time friends, #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.