Getting Back to Running: The Challenge of Finding Your Stride Again

If you’ve ever tried to pick up a sport or hobby you used to love, you know that getting back into it is never as easy as you think it will be. As a 44-year-old woman trying to restart my running routine, I’ve discovered just how real that struggle is—especially when juggling the chaos of raising teenage boys.

I used to be an avid runner in my 30s, back when I had more time and fewer demands. But life has a funny way of shifting priorities. Between raising kids, focusing on my career, and just getting through each day, running took a back seat. Now, with my sons getting older and more independent, I finally have some space to refocus on my own goals. The catch? My body doesn’t seem to remember that I used to be a runner!

The Physical Hurdles: It’s Not Like Riding a Bike

When you hit your 40s, your body changes in ways that no amount of preparation can fully anticipate. Joints are stiffer, muscles don’t recover as quickly, and my metabolism seems to have switched to permanent slow motion. I can’t just lace up my shoes and head out the door like I used to.

The first run back felt more like a slow-motion struggle than a liberating sprint. Everything ached, my lungs were burning, and it was a rude reminder that I’m not 30 anymore. But what really made it tough was realizing how different my fitness baseline is now. Instead of getting discouraged, I had to remind myself that every runner has to start somewhere—even if you’re just starting again.

The Emotional Roller Coaster: Competing with My Past Self

One of the hardest parts about getting back into running is managing my expectations. It’s easy to compare myself to the person I was 10 years ago, the one who could knock out 5 miles without breaking a sweat. But those days are gone, and that’s okay. It’s about embracing the now and celebrating the small wins.

There’s something humbling (and frustrating) about being a beginner again. I’ve had to let go of the pressure to perform and focus on just moving forward, one step at a time. For me, it’s not about hitting a certain pace or distance anymore—it’s about reclaiming the joy of running and what it does for my mental health.

Juggling Motherhood and Me-Time: When Your Teenagers Think You’re Crazy

One of the unexpected challenges of this journey has been navigating it with teenage boys in the house. Teenagers have a way of reminding you just how “uncool” you look huffing and puffing around the neighborhood. They’ll roll their eyes, ask why on earth I’m torturing myself, or jokingly suggest that I should be resting instead. But here’s the thing—they also need to see me making time for myself. It’s important for them to understand that even as a mom, I have my own goals and passions.

I’ve learned to involve them where I can. Sometimes, they’ll hop on their bikes and ride alongside me, or they’ll time my laps at the park (mostly so they can laugh at my slow pace, but hey, it’s still bonding time). It’s become a family affair in its own chaotic way, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Celebrating Progress, No Matter How Small

At the end of the day, it’s not about perfection. I’m learning to celebrate the fact that I got out there at all. Whether it’s a slow jog, a walk-run combo, or just 15 minutes on the treadmill, every bit counts. And honestly, on some days, just putting on my running shoes is a victory.

To other women who are thinking about restarting their fitness journey, especially those balancing busy lives with families: Be kind to yourself. It’s okay to be a beginner again, no matter how old you are or what stage of life you’re in. It’s hard, yes, but it’s also so worth it. The confidence, energy, and joy you gain from those small steps forward are the best gifts you can give yourself—and your family.

So, here’s to finding our stride again, no matter how long it takes.