OK ... so a few of you have asked how I possibly manage to get into three bras before I jog -- and if it's actually necessary.
The short answer to the last question is: yes. If it wasn't necessary, I wouldn't do it.
The short answer to the first question is:
- one under-wire sports bra
- one one-piece "compression" sports bra (affectionately known as a uni-boober)
- one built into the top
The tops are sleeveless workout tops and to be quite frank, a bit too IMmodest for my taste, but with three layers on, I just couldn't handle throwing a T-shirt on over top.
(Besides, most T-shirts are way too long for me anyway and look like night gowns. I tend to go for what would be classified as crop tops for most girls, but on me, actually come down to my waist, covering everything nicely -- but still too hot over three other layers of clothing.)
a. and I went to this women's fitness seminar at a local shop last Sunday night. The featured presentation was on sports bras. It was a complete joke. The presentation was done by a rep of a company that makes them.
The rep had... how can I put this politely... a figure that ... clearly showed she could not relate to our pain.
I tried on their "super high-impact" model anyway, just to see.
You never know until you try, right?
I'll stick to my system of three for now, thank you very much.
I keep hearing about the Ennell though, so I will have to check it out soon, I think.
So anyway, I've gone for functionality over personal preference when I jog. Hence, also trading long capri pants for shorts when I run.
Way, way too immodest -- and probably makes me the biggest eyesore in the gym -- but whatever. It's better than passing out from overheating.
As I re-read this post, I am aware that I am starting to be less and less intimidated about this whole exercise thing. Before, I just wanted to fade into the background and never, ever be noticed -- not by anyone -- EVER!
Now, I really don't give a rat's ass if anyone notices or not. I haven't been thrown out of the gym yet, so I really don't care.
I go and do my thing... for what it's worth.
Only took damn near six months of going to the gym on a regular basis to get to the point of "not giving a rat's ass".