So, I went on the hunt for a sports bra. If anyone is nervous about boobs, you should probably read about sports over here.
It’s hard to find a good one – one that reduces and or eliminates bounce for real. I think the people who design sports bras are flat as the Canadian prairie. I had put off the quest for too long and having been at the gym nearly 20 days in the past 23, the time had really come. Long story short, after several try-ons, I found one that seemed like it was up the challenge. Please do not ask me what size it is, as I am in serious D-nial.
In one of my lives I am a dance teacher. For the past few years, I have taught only adults, but this year I picked up a class of wee ones. We’re talking 3 to 5-year olds here. It’s cute and fun and damned exhausting. Tuesday night was the debut of my Boulder Holder: Sports Edition. I’m dancing away, watching these tiny girls shrug their shoulders up and down – shrug, shrug, shrug, when this tiny girl says to me:
Look at your boobies! They’re dancing too!
Awesome. Back to the bra-ing board.
