What The Hell Happened During The London Marathon

I don't know where to start.

And while I figure out what to say, I'm just going to take this opportunity to say thank you.

Thank you for your support, your words of wisdom and guidance, and for sharing your stories with me so vulnerably over the past year. 

I have so many thoughts swimming around in my head and whenever someone asks me how I'm feeling, I can't bring myself to say anything besides disappointed. I'm really, really disappointed and I know that I shouldn't be, but I'll explain soon. Until then, I'm giving myself permission to feel whatever it is that I'm feeling. 

Thank you for joining me on this wild ride. Thank you for setting huge, impossible goals alongside me.

I'm not giving up on this impossible goal just yet. Just taking some time to brush myself off, tend to my heart, and pull myself out of this funk. 

It wasn't the race I wanted but I think London was absolutely the race I needed. 

It was really hard to get to a place where I was brave enough to admit how badly I wanted to qualify for the Boston Marathon. I've never ran with the strength and confidence I have right now. And to have it all derailed because of a tiny injury is heartbreaking. 

I let my entire experience go to shit because I felt embarrassed that I disappointed you all. It took me 20 miles to find this smile. 

We'll talk as soon as I'm ready to get really real about what the hell happened. If I were to do it now, I don't think I'd be able to do my heart ache justice. BUT, I am proud of the day. I'm amazed that I didn't quit and walk off the course. That was a huge win. 

And this happened so...it wasn't a bust.

Kelly + Prince Harry Forever. 

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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.