Just finished my morning run, feeling the cool breeze against my skin and the familiar burn in my muscles that reminds me I’m alive and thriving. At 52, with my fiery red hair tied back and my running shoes well-worn, I feel more powerful than ever.

Life hasn’t always been easy—being a single mom to two daughters is a full-time job in itself. My girls are my world, but I’ve always believed that to be the best version of myself for them, I need to take care of me too. So, every morning, I lace up my shoes and hit the pavement, letting the rhythm of my steps drown out the noise of life’s challenges.

As a ginger, I’ve always stood out, and even now, my hair is a vibrant testament to the fire that still burns within me. My daughters laugh, calling me their “supermom,” and I can’t help but smile knowing that despite the hardships, I’ve managed to keep that spark alive.

Running gives me a sense of freedom, a moment of solitude where I can process everything—work, parenting, and the complexities of being on my own. The world can be overwhelming, but out here, with the morning sun just starting to rise, it’s just me and the open road.

I’ve faced my share of struggles, but each run reminds me of my strength and resilience. Every mile I cover is a testament to my determination not just to survive, but to thrive. My daughters see it too—they see a mom who never gives up, who keeps pushing forward no matter what.

After my run, I return home, greeted by the sounds of my girls getting ready for their day. I’m sweaty, breathless, and completely content. I know that whatever life throws my way, I’ll be ready. I’m not just a mom, not just a woman in her fifties—I’m someone who refuses to let anything hold her back.