Am I the only woman on this earth who has fought the ultimate battle of the sports bra?
I bought a new sports bra the other day. My others were looking pretty glum & I prefer walking onto the gym floor with confidence knowing there won't be any costume malfunctions. I did my due diligence in reading the sizing chart before ordering to ensure my measurements would comfortably fit into the available sizes.
Finally the day had arrived where I would have the chance to give this new sports bra a test run. This particular sports bra doesn't have clasps in the back. It's a pull over style. Now this in itself should have tipped me off to what was about to proceed. However, my pea sized brain was coaxing me on saying, "ppfffttt no sweat, it will just stay in place better".
No where in the description did it read, "contortionist talent is a prerequisite". With my right arm straight over my head I slowly pull the sports bra down through the arm hole & over my head. There part one done. (I've already burned at least 100 calories) But, then how on earth do I get my left arm in the hole with the bra fitting so tightly I'm beginning to wonder if this is at all what it must have been like for ladies of the Victorian era with their corsets. After snapping myself in the face with the bra a couple times I manage to jimmy my left arm up through. Part two success! After a few grunts, deep breaths & a little dance I like to call, " The Sports Bra Shimmy" it was properly in place.
I can almost guarantee if I had been caught up in a tornado that day on my drive to the gym this sports bra would have been the only piece of clothing not stripped from my body.
Now I'm the kind of gal who likes to pride herself on being quite efficient. After my gym time I decided to kill two birds with one stone & drop in for a tanning session. The electronic counter on the tanning booth is set at 4 minutes. That means you have 4 minutes to get your clothes off & apply tanning lotion. "Ladies start your engines". I enjoy a good challenge & it was on that day.
Here I am trying to reverse all of the steps I took earlier when putting the sports bra on. Except now I'm under pressure with the timer counting down & the "Jeopardy" theme music running through my head. With my left arm stuck in an upright position I flay around the little room trying to wiggle the darn thing up over my head without getting whiplash. There was a point where I thought I would have to yell to the girl behind the front desk to bring in reinforcements, but my arm was cemented so closely to my face I don't think I could have mustered a soft cry.
Oh if only the people on the other side of that glass window could have seen the funny fish lady dancing about as if she had just been hooked by a skilled bass fisherman. Finally, with 2 minutes to spare the sports bra went POOF off the top of my head snapping my nose as it flung free into the air.
All in all it was a great test run for my new sports bra. I can confidently say I have mastered the perplexity of a pull over sports bra.
and it was...
I bought a new sports bra the other day. My others were looking pretty glum & I prefer walking onto the gym floor with confidence knowing there won't be any costume malfunctions. I did my due diligence in reading the sizing chart before ordering to ensure my measurements would comfortably fit into the available sizes.
Finally the day had arrived where I would have the chance to give this new sports bra a test run. This particular sports bra doesn't have clasps in the back. It's a pull over style. Now this in itself should have tipped me off to what was about to proceed. However, my pea sized brain was coaxing me on saying, "ppfffttt no sweat, it will just stay in place better".
No where in the description did it read, "contortionist talent is a prerequisite". With my right arm straight over my head I slowly pull the sports bra down through the arm hole & over my head. There part one done. (I've already burned at least 100 calories) But, then how on earth do I get my left arm in the hole with the bra fitting so tightly I'm beginning to wonder if this is at all what it must have been like for ladies of the Victorian era with their corsets. After snapping myself in the face with the bra a couple times I manage to jimmy my left arm up through. Part two success! After a few grunts, deep breaths & a little dance I like to call, " The Sports Bra Shimmy" it was properly in place.
I can almost guarantee if I had been caught up in a tornado that day on my drive to the gym this sports bra would have been the only piece of clothing not stripped from my body.
Now I'm the kind of gal who likes to pride herself on being quite efficient. After my gym time I decided to kill two birds with one stone & drop in for a tanning session. The electronic counter on the tanning booth is set at 4 minutes. That means you have 4 minutes to get your clothes off & apply tanning lotion. "Ladies start your engines". I enjoy a good challenge & it was on that day.
Here I am trying to reverse all of the steps I took earlier when putting the sports bra on. Except now I'm under pressure with the timer counting down & the "Jeopardy" theme music running through my head. With my left arm stuck in an upright position I flay around the little room trying to wiggle the darn thing up over my head without getting whiplash. There was a point where I thought I would have to yell to the girl behind the front desk to bring in reinforcements, but my arm was cemented so closely to my face I don't think I could have mustered a soft cry.
Oh if only the people on the other side of that glass window could have seen the funny fish lady dancing about as if she had just been hooked by a skilled bass fisherman. Finally, with 2 minutes to spare the sports bra went POOF off the top of my head snapping my nose as it flung free into the air.
All in all it was a great test run for my new sports bra. I can confidently say I have mastered the perplexity of a pull over sports bra.
and it was...
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