Weekend Running Just May Kill Me


Heat I can do but heat coupled with insane humidity is torture! After my trip in California, I was excited to come back to NYC and cooler pre-fall temperatures. BOY WAS I SURPRISED WHEN I GOT OFF THE AIRPLANE AND WALKED INTO A HUMID FIRERY INFERNO. What the hell happened? Where is the light jacket weather? 

Running weather! Wherefore art thou running weather? 

Fridays are normally my rest day but because I was on a red eye that had to make an emergency landing Tuesday night, my Coach Josh swapped Friday for Wednesday so I can re-hydrate, rest, and acclimate to life in this overwhelming city. I had to shoot my final footage for a new series coming to Women's Running this Tuesday called Project Start with my friend POW and run 6.2 miles so POW graciously offered to kill two birds with one stone and do both at the same time. IT WAS GROSS OUT and after Thursdays track session, my legs were dead. But POW pushed me through it and I hoped and prayed that I'd feel recovered enough to power through my twenty mile long run on Saturday.

That didn't happen. When I started around 8:30, it was 80% humidity and 80 something degrees. The first few miles are always tough but I felt like I was moving through quick sand. I broke the run up into four different five mile segments. Chunking my long runs always helps me push harder than I would if I were to just count down the miles one by one.

Even though it was hot, I was enjoying myself. I listened to three different Ted Radio Hour podcasts WHICH IS MY FAVORITE PODCAST and even though I wasn't moving as quickly as I would have liked, I was getting it done. 

That was until about mile 16. I took in more than enough fluid so I have no idea what happened. I got dizzy, my head started pounding and I started taking walking breaks to see if my headache would go away. Around mile 18, I felt like I was going to faint so I sat down, let my heart rate come down, and then stupidly got up to keep going. It happened again about a half mile later. I should have stopped but for some reason, I was hellbent on banging out the entire 20 miles. I almost fainted three different times. It was not fun but I somehow managed to survive. 

It's hard not to compare myself to other NYC runners who post their long run times on social media. When I see they were able to push themselves in the heat, I feel defeated. I know it's a black hole to compare yourself but I'm human and I have to be honest with you. I do it too. That's one of the reasons why I don't really share my pace or times with you guys. I don't want anyone comparing their progress to mine. That's the down side to social media. Don't compare yourself to other runners! It's a dead end. 

So that happened! I vaguely remember Josh telling me that this week is going to be a bit of a taper as I get ready to race Rock n Roll Philly this coming weekend. I'm nervous about the heat. I started thinking about dropping out when I saw that it's supposed to be hot. Josh put the kibosh on that and pretty much told me that I'm being dramatic. Which I am. And that's why Josh is here, to remind me that I can't always run in perfect circumstances. I'm running Philly to practice my race day strategy, mental game, and fueling. So that will be fun! NO REGRETS! NO REGRETS! NO REGRETS!

We're now 28 days away from the Chicago Marathon! If you've been enjoying my BQ Or Bust journey, I encourage you to show your support with a $10 donation to Save the Children, the charity I've teamed up with to run both the Chicago Marathon and New York City Marathon with. They help children both here in the United States and all over the world get medicine, food, water, and opportunities. I'm really proud to be able to help raise money for such a great cause because no child should ever have to suffer. Every kid deserves a fighting chance and Save the Children is making that possible.

Onwards and forwards! I've worked too hard to let a little heat do me in. Until next time, #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.