Ladies Who Lift
That’s the inspired name of the group of newbie weight-lifters at my local gym. And I’m the one who knows least of all about the topic. Which, frankly, is fantastic. It’s a chance to learn a whole new vocabulary, meet people whose paths I might never have crossed, and find out what my body can actually do.
At 56, I still feel like a teenager inside. Starting this course almost felt like older me taking teenage me to the gym to show her how it’s done now.
Stay with me on this. My younger self lithe, fit, and buzzing with the effortless energy we take for granted when we’re young would have shrunk from this world of Lycra-clad bodies who seem to understand the puzzle of weights: which one to pick up, where to hold it, and, crucially, why.
The weights area sits in the far corner of the gym, past all the machines. To her, that square of carpet would have felt like a red-hot bed of coals — dangerous, intimidating, and guaranteed to turn her face scarlet with embarrassment at not knowing what to do with a dumb-bell.
But luckily for her, I’m here too, the older me — and we’re surrounded by normal people with normal bodies who simply want to learn something new because we’ve heard it might be good for us.
In midlife, there’s real joy in being a beginner again.
What surprised me most wasn’t the class itself — it was the afterglow. That quiet, almost childlike satisfaction that hums through you once you’ve done something you weren’t sure you could do. It’s a subtle kind of joy, not the adrenaline rush of achievement but a slower warmth that comes from realising you’ve stretched the boundaries of who you are, even slightly.
There’s a lightness that follows. You walk out of the gym — or the classroom, or the art studio taller somehow. You start noticing the world again with curious eyes. And maybe that’s the secret. The joy of being a beginner isn’t in the fumbling first steps; it’s in the glow that comes afterwards, when you realise you’re capable of more than you thought.
At this age, starting out doesn’t feel like starting from scratch. It feels more like revisiting — building on what life has already taught us. We know what it’s like to persevere, to ask good questions, to make peace with imperfection. We’ve been beginners before and it didn’t kill us; in fact, it probably made us who we are.
That’s the difference perspective brings. We’re no longer trying to prove ourselves; we’re simply curious about what else might be possible.
And in my work at The French Room, I’m seeing that same confidence take root in people learning French later in life.
There’s a growing belief — an expectation, even — that mastering a second language is within reach.
A few years ago, the bar was often set low. People would arrive setting modest goals: being able to say a six-word sentence, or order a coffee without embarrassment. But now, learners come with a quiet self-belief that they will get there. They see fluency not as a fantasy but as a spectrum — something that grows in proportion to the hours and heart they’re willing to put in.
And that’s the gift of experience. When you’ve built a career, raised a family, or navigated the detours of life, you understand effort. You know what sustained attention looks like. So when that energy gets channeled into something new — a language, a hobby, a set of weights in the gym — it’s no longer daunting. It’s deeply satisfying.
Perhaps that’s the real joy of being a beginner. It’s not about reclaiming youth or proving anything; it’s about being willing to enter a room — or a gym, or a French class — not yet knowing how it all works, but trusting that you’ll find your way. The first few steps might feel awkward, but the afterglow that follows reminds you that your edges haven’t hardened. You’re still expanding.
And at this stage of life, that’s a precious feeling. Because starting out isn’t starting over — it’s building on everything you’ve already lived and learnt. All the patience, humour, resilience, and self-knowledge that once took years to earn become the scaffolding that holds you steady as you explore new ground.
Every time we let ourselves be a beginner, we loosen our grip on certainty and open the door to possibility. It’s a quiet kind of renewal, and it doesn’t wear off quickly.
When was the last time you felt that afterglow of doing something new?
What might you build next with everything you already know?
If you’ve been thinking about rediscovering your beginner’s spark, visit The French Room to explore
live classes and the self-study program
Bonjour Brilliance designed for adult learners
Article by Ellie Louis – Founder of The French Room – 20th October 2025
