Training Your Mind For The Miles Ahead

When most people think about running, they think about physical fitness. Stronger legs. Better endurance. Faster times.

As a running coach who works with both adults and children, I’ve learned that many running struggles have very little to do with fitness and a whole lot to do with what’s happening between our ears.

This is especially true for the adults I coach. Most are over 40 and bring decades of life experience to the starting line. They are balancing careers, raising children, caring for aging parents, managing households, and trying to carve out time for themselves. Their challenges often aren’t about whether they’re capable of running the miles. The challenge is managing the mental side of the sport.

The Mental Roadblocks

One of the biggest mental challenges runners face is comparison.

Maybe you have a running buddy who is naturally faster than you. Every run feels like a struggle to keep up. Instead of enjoying the miles, you’re constantly worried about falling behind.

Or perhaps your running partner brings a steady stream of negativity to every workout. The weather is too hot. The route is boring. The run is too long. The pace is too hard.

Whether we realize it or not, the people we spend our miles with can have a significant impact on our mindset. Running partners should challenge us, but they should also support us. If every run leaves you feeling defeated, it may be time to evaluate whether your running partnership is helping or hurting your progress.

Another common obstacle is unrealistic expectations.

Many runners remember what they could do ten, twenty, or even thirty years ago. They compare today’s body to the body they had when they were younger, recovering faster, sleeping more, and dedicating significantly more time to training.

The reality is that most adult runners are juggling far more responsibilities than they did in their twenties. They have careers, families, community commitments, and countless other demands on their time and energy.

The goal isn’t to train like your younger self. The goal is to train like the version of you that exists today.

That may mean adjusting expectations, extending training timelines, or redefining what success looks like. It may also mean taking an honest look at your goals and asking yourself whether they are realistic based on the time and energy you currently have available.

The Ghost of the Athlete You Used to Be

Sometimes our mental struggles during a run aren’t about the run at all. They’re about how we see ourselves.

Many runners are coming back from something—an injury, an illness, menopause, a major life event, or simply a long break from the sport. Yet when they lace up their shoes, they expect themselves to perform like the athlete they were years ago.

Sometimes we’re haunted by the ghost of our past athlete.

We remember the pace we used to run. The distances that felt easy. The races we completed. The version of ourselves that seemed stronger, faster, or more capable.

The problem is that we’re comparing today’s runner to yesterday’s runner.

It’s important to meet yourself where you are right now.

That doesn’t mean you should give up on your goals or stop believing in what’s possible. Many runners successfully return from setbacks and accomplish incredible things. But the path forward begins with accepting your current reality.

Give yourself grace.

Start from your current fitness, not from your memories.

Celebrate the small wins. Trust the process. Allow yourself the time needed to rebuild.

Your past athlete isn’t the enemy. That version of you proved what you’re capable of. But today’s athlete deserves the same respect, patience, and encouragement that you would give to any runner standing at the beginning of a new journey.

Building Mental Strength

The good news is that mental skills can be trained just like physical ones.

One of my favorite tools is having a mantra ready before you need it.

When a run gets difficult, your brain will start offering opinions. Not all of them are helpful.

A simple phrase such as:

One step at a time.
Strong and steady.
I can do hard things.
Forward is forward.

can help redirect your focus and quiet the negative chatter.

Music can be another powerful tool. Consider creating a playlist that you reserve only for the toughest parts of your runs. When your favorite songs appear at exactly the moment you need them, they can provide a surprising boost.

If you’re in a long training cycle, look for ways to break up the journey. A tune-up race can provide a fresh goal, a confidence boost, and an opportunity to celebrate progress before your primary event.

Most importantly, surround yourself with people who support what you’re trying to accomplish.

Sometimes the people who love us most don’t fully understand why we’re waking up before dawn to run long distances or spending months preparing for a race. That’s okay. Seek out fellow runners who understand the process and can remind you why you started when motivation begins to fade.

Finding Joy Along the Way

Not every run needs to be about pace, distance, or performance.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is give yourself something small to look forward to.

On a long run, I often encourage runners to find a way to break up the miles. Maybe that means running to the next mailbox, the next water stop, or the next mile marker. Sometimes it means challenging yourself to take one photo of something interesting, beautiful, or unexpected along the route.

These small mental breaks can shift your focus away from how much farther you have to go and help you stay present in the moment.

Running doesn’t have to be an endless pursuit of faster times. It can also be an opportunity to explore, reflect, connect, and appreciate.

The Finish Line

The longer I coach, the more convinced I become that running is as much a mental sport as a physical one.

Our thoughts can build us up or tear us down. They can help us persevere through challenges or convince us to quit before we’ve even given ourselves a chance.

The next time a run feels difficult, take a moment to ask yourself an important question:

Is my body struggling right now, or is it my mind?

The answer might surprise you.

And once you learn to train both, you’ll discover that you’re capable of far more than you ever imagined.

My Tirzepatide Journey: One Month In

I’m currently in the middle of week five of my GLP-1 journey. This past Friday, I took my fifth injection and had my first dosage increase. The dose doubled from what I had been taking during the first four weeks.

So far, I’ve been fortunate not to experience any significant negative side effects. I have noticed that I simply don’t feel like eating very often. Because of that, I’m making a conscious effort to ensure I’m getting enough nutrition each day. My focus continues to be on protein, fiber, and plenty of water to support both my overall health and my active lifestyle.

If we’re looking strictly at the scale, there isn’t much to report. During the first month, I’ve essentially lost and regained the same two to three pounds. Surprisingly, that doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it might have in the past because weight loss isn’t my primary goal in this journey.

For the past two years, I’ve been taking a statin to help lower my cholesterol. Unfortunately, I’m one of the people who experiences muscle soreness as a side effect. Most days, the discomfort sits somewhere between a four and a five on the pain scale. While that’s manageable, dealing with it day after day for two years has become exhausting—especially for someone who enjoys running, strength training, and staying active.

My hope is that improving my health markers through the GLP-1 will eventually allow me to reduce or even eliminate my need for the statin. That possibility is one of the biggest reasons I decided to pursue this path.

While the scale hasn’t changed much, I have noticed some encouraging signs. A few shirts that had become a little snug are fitting more comfortably again. Changes like that remind me that progress isn’t always reflected in a number. Of course, I also give a lot of credit to the time and effort I’m putting in at the gym. Strength training remains an important part of this process, and I’m committed to maintaining as much muscle as possible along the way.

As always, I’m grateful for everyone who has shared their own experiences with weight loss medications and for those who have supported my decision to try a GLP-1. Hearing your stories, advice, and encouragement has made this journey feel much less lonely.

I’m committed to continuing to share both the successes and the challenges as they come. My goal is to be transparent about what this experience is really like, because I know there are many others who are trying to make informed decisions about their own health. Every journey is different, but sometimes it helps simply to know that you’re not walking the path alone.

Redefining the Numbers That Matter

I was in my early 30s the first time I really worried about the number on the scale.

I had just come through a difficult period of depression—the year I turned 29—and had gained a significant amount of weight. Once the depression was under control, my focus shifted to the weight, because that is what I was told by the doctors to focus on.

Eventually, the weight came off. And that’s when my relationship with the scale really began.

For years after that, the number on the scale had the power to make or break my mood. Even when I gained weight, I could usually lose it again. But then perimenopause and menopause hit—and things changed. What had always felt manageable suddenly didn’t.

For a while, I kept weighing myself, and that number continued to shape how I felt about myself… and, if I’m being honest, how I showed up in the world.

At some point, I stopped stepping on the scale altogether. And that worked—for a little while. But the truth was, I still didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin.

Recently, I found my way back to strength training after a few years away. And something shifted.

I started to realize that the number on the scale isn’t what matters most to me anymore.

What matters is feeling strong. Capable. Powerful.

Today, I deadlifted 165 pounds and bench pressed 65 pounds. These aren’t my personal bests—but they feel like something even better: progress. Momentum. A return to myself.

Of course, I know there are other numbers that matter—blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar. Those are important pieces of the bigger picture.

But the number on the scale? That’s no longer the one I look to for a true measure of my health.

These days, I want to lift heavy barbells.

And more importantly, I want to be able to scoop up my granddaughter when she asks, lift her high in the air, swing her around—and hear those giggles.

The scale may still exist.

But it no longer gets a vote.

What Does A Runner Look Like?

She looks like a runner.

It was a simple comment. Casual. Probably not meant to carry much weight.

But it has stayed with me.

Because the person it was said about… doesn’t run.

She’s strong. She’s fit. She shows up for herself in ways that deserve respect. But running? That’s not her thing.

And yet—that’s what a runner looks like?

I haven’t been able to shake it.

Not because there’s anything wrong with her. But because of what it quietly suggests about me.

Because here’s the truth—I don’t look like what people picture when they think of a runner.

I’m not the image you see in ads or magazines. I don’t fit the mold that so many people have been taught to associate with speed, endurance, or strength.

And yet…

I’ve run over 200 races.
Nine marathons.
Countless miles in between.

I’ve shown up on the days when it felt easy—and the days when it felt impossible.
I’ve run through stress, through change, through seasons of growth and seasons of doubt.

Running is not something I look like.
It’s something I live.

And maybe that’s the part we’ve gotten wrong.

Somewhere along the way, we started believing that movement has a “look.”
That strength has a shape.
That being a runner is something you can determine with your eyes.

But being a runner isn’t about appearance.

It’s about choosing to show up.
It’s about putting one foot in front of the other—again and again—whether anyone is watching or not.
It’s about building something within yourself that no one else can define for you.

This season of my life has reminded me of that in a deeper way.

My body has changed.
My pace has changed.
My routines look different than they used to.

But none of that takes away from who I am.

If anything, it’s made me more certain.

Because being a runner was never about fitting into a box.

It’s about showing up—especially when it would be easier not to.
It’s about choosing to keep going, even when things feel different than they used to.

It’s about learning how to trust yourself in new seasons.

And maybe that’s what we should start recognizing when we look at someone and think—

She looks like a runner.

Not a body type.
Not a pace.
Not a number.

Just someone who knows who she is…
and isn’t afraid to keep showing up for it.

To keep showing up for herself.

To keep fueling what’s still there.

Starting Over—Again!

Since the fall of 2019, I’ve been determined to complete my 10th marathon. Each time I signed up, though, life threw a new obstacle in my path. Turning 51 brought unexpected changes—perimenopause and menopause—that left me exhausted, gaining weight, and struggling to recognize myself. My energy was low, my mind felt foggy, and I wondered if I’d ever feel like the runner I once was again.

Then the pandemic hit, shutting down races and routines. In those early months, I suffered a significant ankle sprain, followed later by Covid. Somewhere in the chaos, I became anemic, sprained my ankle again, and lost my motivation for the gym. Just as things finally seemed to be improving, a serious knee injury sidelined me for nearly a year.

Despite all of this, I refused to give up. I kept signing up for marathons—and even a few 50Ks—but each time, something went wrong. I found myself stuck in a cycle of disappointment and self-criticism. Not making it to the start line became a pattern, and with every missed opportunity, I grew harder on myself.

A few weeks ago, something shifted. I realized I’d lost sight of the basics—both physically and mentally. Instead of focusing on what I couldn’t do, I chose to start fresh. Now, I’m training for a 5K, just like I did for my very first race on January 1, 2012. My hope is that once I cross that finish line, I’ll feel strong enough to move on to a 10K, then a 10-miler, a half marathon, and eventually, marathon number ten.

This time, I’m celebrating every step forward. I’m learning to be patient with myself, to honor the progress I make, and to remember that every new beginning is a victory. If you’re facing your own setbacks, know this: starting over isn’t a failure—it’s a courageous choice. Progress is possible, one step at a time.