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I started for my own reasons, but once I did, I felt like I'd discovered a whole new world that had been quietly running alongside my own the entire time.
A place with early mornings, blocked-out weekends, and an unexpected number of people there I already knew.
The extra apps were downloaded. Side group chats appeared. I found myself having conversations about goals and half-marathons with an intensity usually reserved for newborn sleep schedules.
I'd found myself in the world of running, and it turned out, so had a lot of other mums just like me. Mums who would never have described themselves as sporty, whose biggest athletic achievement was wing defence in a local mixed netball comp circa 2009.
These mums were not just running, but racing.
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I joined my local BFT in February 2025, not for a better body (I'm over 30, and I've accepted this rig is largely set in stone), but for my mental health.
Like so many women, becoming a mum had quietly eroded my sense of self. I wasn't trying to find my pre-baby identity again, but I was looking for someone who belonged to me, not just my kids.























