What It's Like To Run 20 Miles

This Saturday was my second to last long run before my taper for the San Francisco Marathon begins. The past 2 times marathon training cycles were done, for the most part, independently. My schedule made making group runs complicated or stressful so I often opted to run solo. But this go around I've gotten to run a majority of my long runs with at least one of my two favorite people in the entire world Gregg or Sammy! This 20 miler was ESPECIALLY fun because I got to run with both of them! AND the weather was AMAZING...well...mostly amazing. The rain during the last few miles made things a little less amazing...but I'll take it over sticky and humid!

I have been having so much fun during this marathon training cycle. In my experience, marathon training was mostly difficult with sprinkles of bliss but this time it's been mostly wonderful with sprinkles of rage (You will never escape the discomfort). I never want to train solo again, having partners in crime is 10 times more exciting, rewarding and enjoyable. (And they distract you when you want to quit.)

Gregg and I are both running San Francisco but he's gearing up to run the Ultra Marathon. (I know, my jaw is still on the floor as well. To learn why Gregg decided to run over 50 miles, CLICK HERE.) As for Sammy, she's not training for anything. She's just really, really selfless and knows how much easier it is for me when she's riding beside me.  (She rode 6 miles in the rain on Saturday. If that's not the best sister in the world than I don't know what is.)

What exactly is it like to run 20 miles? Well let me show you...

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After my 20 miler, I strategically ended right at the 90th street entrance to Central Park so I could walk over to the New York Road Runners where I could pick up my bib for the Queens 10K the following morning. 

The NYRR is on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and I am completely unfamiliar with the area. (Mostly because I HATE the upper East Side.) I was soaking wet from the rain and I didn't want to get on the subway and freeze my butt off so I decided I would walk until I could get something to eat and then stop to buy a cheap hoodie. Well a quick walk turned into a 2 mile walk and I was so foggy from not eating after my run that I couldn't decide where to get something to eat. (I know I was so hungry I couldn't eat. Sounds bogus but there was bad Upper East Side JuJu in the air.) I ended up going to H&M, buying a hoodie and then just going home.

Then Sunday I got up, shlepped all the way out to Queens and ran the Queens 10K. The race wasn't a good time. There were way to many people for the tiny course and so many runners were weaving in and out making it really uncomfortable. I got 3 cups of water and sports drink thrown on me and there were potholes and puddles EVERYWHERE. Not my favorite race.

This week I'm using Pride as an excuse to take a kickback week and then next weekend is my very last 22 mile long run before the dreaded taper. We're so close I can taste that San Francisco sourdough bread! I CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO THE WEST COAST AND SEE MY FAMILY!!!!

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.