Tonight’s run was a 30 minutes at a comfortable pace run.  The part of me that was wore slap out after Saturday’s 6 miles (okay, I confess 5.95 miles) was grateful for this ‘break’ run.
As was the part of me that didn’t have her compression shorts because I didn’t pack my gym bag last night.
As was the part of me where my no-longer-properly-fitting running bra rubs a raw spot.

The one cool moment was being part of an actual conversation with actual athletes in the women’s locker room while I was changing from work clothes into workout clothes.  These   girls were all noticeably younger than me and in n-o-t-i-c-e-a-b-l-y better shape than me.  But when I added my $0.02 about having to wait for a treadmill and followed that with “My husband and I are training for our first half-marathon” instead of being met with looks of skepticism I was offered congratulations and wishes for good luck and a great run.

I had a conversation with athletes and rather than being condescended to or blown off, I was acknowledged and respected for my efforts.
That was huge for me.  Even if tonight’s run wasn’t all that long.