Oh, rage, rage, rage. So much rage is happening right now.

Hey, everyone. Welcome to episode 28 of the Run, Selfie Repeat podcast, where we talk about live with a side of running.

My name is Kelly Roberts, and I am in the absolute shittiest mood in all the land.

I may sound chipper, but in the back of this smile is a

raging inferno where you spit fire out of your eyeballs. So let's talk about some bad days.

Yeah? I know. First of all, this podcast is up late because last night when I sat down to record it,

I was so angry and

livid that I couldn't bring myself to form words or to even, you know, have a have a sort of

map of where I wanted this episode to go and it ended up being me, being me complaining the entire

time. So, uh, just a little backstory. And I want to put a disclaimer out there.

I'm going to do my best to not just sit here and complain for 10 minutes. So if that happens,

my apologies. But so it started yesterday afternoon. I was having a hard time writing an article

that was due last week. So I've missed my deadline and I can't figure out exactly what I, well, no, I know what I want to say and it's there, but I just can't frame the story in a way that makes me exhale deeply when the weight that is on my shoulders disappears. You know, like when you're writing

a paper and you know what you want to say and you know what you want to write, but you're just not,

it's just not there yet. It's not there yet. And it's a big one. So I just want it to, I want,

I want to do my story of what I'm sharing and unloading justice, But I'm not doing that. So that happened.

And then I got a text message from my sister about something stupid and totally irrelevant to life,

but that was very, uh, judgey, I guess is the word. I don't know. There's message boards

online where people like to go

and talk about bloggers and what's going on in their lives. And they normally people say

nothing but really amazing things about me. I can't complain. But I guess recently there have been

some not so nice things. I don't know. I don't read them. Sam reads them and she tells me

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