Sprinting Back to Myself: What Midlife Is Really About
Midlife isn’t always about reinventing yourself. Sometimes it’s about remembering who you were before life piled on and walking (or sprinting) back to her.
What Happened to Fun?
Somewhere between marriage (and divorce), mothering, and building a career, I started to disappear from my own life.
Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just… slowly. One by one, the things that used to light me up slipped off my radar.
When I do something, I do it all the way. I have strong, intentional boundaries for my life that set me up to be the person I want to be.
I have never met a goal I didn’t make a plan to crush. It’s what’s allowed me to be a high-performing athlete. A strong student. A great mom. A thriving business owner.
But somewhere along the line, I was so focused on performance that I forgot about fun.
I forgot that before I became everything to everyone, I was already someone: a girl who ran, flipped, floated, and moved like the world was her playground.
Lately, midlife has been less about “starting over” and more about going back to get myself.
Returning to Movement Feels Like Fun
Here’s what that’s looked like, in real time:
I laced up my shoes and started sprinting again.
Not jogging. Not “getting my steps in.” Sprinting. The thing I used to live for when I was on track teams from grade school all the way through university. That girl who loved the smell of the track, the starting blocks, the wild, electric silence right before the gun goes off… that girl is still in here.
The first time I pushed off and felt my legs fully commit, I almost cried. My body remembered before my brain did.
I’m dancing. I’ve been learning capoeira, a Brazilian dance style, and moving my hips like I did before I worried about anyone watching.
I’m trying Krav Maga and feeling what it’s like to use my strength to defend myself. I feel powerful, strong, and steady as hell in these classes.
I’m trying (emphasis on trying) to do things for no strategic reason other than that they feel good. I’m exploring aimless activities and challenging myself to not focus on being the best at it or building toward anything.
The purpose is to actually not give it too much purpose. It’s NOT easy to allow myself to use my time this way.
When I zoom out… I realize: this isn’t just my story.
There’s Not Enough Time
For women in midlife, the biggest block between us and that sense of fun is time.
Mothering takes more than 24 hours a day. We take care of aging family members. We hold tightly to our careers to give us an identity outside of the family. We white knuckle through our marriages, hoping they’ll take care of themselves for a minute… or we let them go.
And amidst all of that, we carve out small chunks of time to lift heavy weights, go for walks, take our supplements… all in service of giving ourselves more capacity to be all the things… or to build something for our future selves.
It’s a lot… and it’s serious. In midlife, we’re doing the MOST achieving and performing we’ve ever done. Fun takes a major backseat.
As my kids get older and small bits of my time become my own again (little by little by little… I’m still their personal chauffeur), my evolution isn’t about reclaiming lost time, but embracing moments that don’t have to be optimized. I want to use this time to touch base with that girl who’s still inside me.
I know it’s not realistic for everyone to fit in play at this stage of your life. But I want to encourage you to get on a sled or an ice rink this winter, cannonball into a pool, or dance in your kitchen… just because.
Midlife Crisis Turned Midlife Compass
So many of us were sporty, active, physical little dynamos.
I was in gymnastics. I ran track. I even worked as a lifeguard at one point, literally trusted to keep other humans afloat. I have always been active, and movement has always been important to me, but I moved because it was fun. It didn’t used to be that deep. Fun was just part of who I was, the same way breathing was.
Our 30s and 40s are seasons of being needed. Partner. Mother. Professional. Caretaker. Organizer of all the things. Somewhere in there, our own joy gets moved to the back burner “for now.”
Until “for now” quietly turns into… years.
Getting back to myself hasn’t been dramatic. It’s been a quiet rebellion for no one but myself.
I signed up for the track, knowing I’d be slower…and I go anyway. I let myself do it for the joy – not the metrics.
I booked the dance class, despite the voice that said, “You won’t know any of the moves,” and showed up anyway. I let it be playful and sensual rather than performative.
I let myself feel ridiculous in Krav Maga. I’m channelling an empowering new activity into something that wasn’t about chasing goals.
Strength Became My Way Back
And here’s the part that surprised me: moving again in the ways I once did brings this unfiltered, almost childlike joy. It feels less like “working out” and more like a reunion.
Like, Oh. There you are. I remember you.
It also made me confront something a little deeper: Maybe I wasn’t just “too busy” all these years.
Maybe, for a variety of reasons, I was also trying to outrun parts of myself… my needs, my desires, my intensity, my ambition, my body, my joy.
And now? I’m done running away.
I’m running toward.
Toward the girl who loved to sprint.
Toward the young woman whose strong hips can still sway to the music.
Toward the lifeguard who trusted her own strength enough to hold other people up.
Run Toward Yourself
If any of this hits a nerve, try this tiny experiment:
- Think of one thing you loved doing before life got crowded. (Not what you think you should love now. What you actually loved then.)
- Don’t overcomplicate it. One class. One lap. One song you dance to in your kitchen.
- Give yourself permission to be new at it again… even though you’re really just coming home.
Midlife doesn’t have to be a reinvention project.
Sometimes, it’s simply the moment you stop abandoning yourself and start bringing back everything you quietly shelved.
I’m sprinting back to me.
Maybe you’re ready to go back for you, too.
I’d love to hear what yours is. Send me an email and let me know!
WHAT I'M LOVING THIS WEEK
Qualia Senolytic
Aging well is more than the way we look. It’s about teaching our cells how to behave.
Lately, I’ve been obsessed with the science of senescent cells – the “zombie” cells that stop dividing but refuse to die. They clog up your body’s repair systems and make you feel like a bag of stale crackers.
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Manukora Honey
I’ve always been a honey girl. In tea, smoothies, salad dressings, toast… but Manukora completely ruined me for honey. Even the good stuff I’ve been sourcing from the farmer’s market.
Manukora honey is rich, creamy… somehow both earthy and floral. And it’s not just delicious. It goes to WORK.
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It also contains MGO, an antibacterial compound that supports immunity, gut health, and overall resilience.
Most mornings lately, I take a straight spoonful as my own personal act of resistance against the germs that are trying to take me down again. When I was sick last week, I could literally feel it soothing my throat.
This isn’t your mama’s pantry honey, honey. This is honey with superpowers.
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Equip
My non-negotiable for travel, early mornings, post-workouts, chaotic life days… protein.
I love Equip Prime Protein. It’s a grass-fed beef protein – no dairy, no junk, no bloat.
When I was travelling last week and relying on someone else’s breakfast schedule, I mixed Equip’s vanilla Prime Protein with water and ice in my shaker cup to tide me over so I didn’t show up hangry. So yeah, it helps me feel full and balanced… but also sane.
If you’re working on strength gains (and I know you are), collagen is your unsung hero.
Equip’s Grass-Fed Collagen supports muscle recovery and joint integrity. I like to add a scoop to a matcha or coffee for a little joint love.
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🌟 Love these recommendations? Find more resources to support your health in midlife in my Health Toolkit!
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