Midlife Mile started as a bit of a panic.

I was 44, tired more often than not, carrying more weight than I was comfortable with, and vaguely aware that I couldn’t keep putting off the “I should really sort myself out” conversation with my body.

So I started running.

Not particularly fast, and definitely not particularly well. But it was something. The miles were slow and sweaty, and my knees made noises I don’t think they used to — but I kept going. Mostly out of stubbornness.

This blog is about that. About what happens when you start taking your health seriously in midlife — not because you’re chasing abs or marathon medals, but because you want to feel good again. Stronger. Lighter. Clearer-headed. Less… creaky.

It’s not a training plan. It’s not a guide to becoming a high-performance athlete in your 40s or 50s. It’s just honest, useful, occasionally daft content from someone who’s figuring it out as he goes.

I write about:

• The gear I actually use (after googling it to death)

• The stuff no one warns you about (like runner’s nipple and black toenails)

• Supplements and recovery tools that might be worth it

• What works, what doesn’t, and what’s probably just hype

There’s no performance pressure here. No “smash your goals” nonsense. Just midlife honesty, the odd Amazon link, and a running log that started with me wheezing round the block and wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake.

So if you’re also in that space — not broken, not unfit, just a bit stuck and trying to shift things — you’re in the right place.

Welcome to the Midlife Mile