Here’s a list of the mantras I used during my workouts this week:
Running at a 12:00 pace is still running.
Oh my boobs.
|Wednesday||2 mile walk/weights||0|
|Saturday||2 mile walk/weights||0|
One good thing though: I finally caved and bought a Moving Comfort sports bra. They didn’t pay me or give me any #freeshit to write this but if they offered, I would accept because they are great and also because I like #freeshit.
My boobs have grown about 17 cup sizes over the last few months, and I was still cramming them into my cute little Target Champion bras. I was oozing out of the sides and over the top and the bras weren’t providing me a bit of support, but I really didn’t want to pay 40 or 50 bucks for something I might wear for a year or less (please, please let it be less).
But I saw them on sale at Dick’s so I ended up getting the Vixen one for $19.99 with the sale price + a $10 credit I had from our reward points. (Although I just checked MC’s website and they are on sale there for $22; so I feel like Dick’s fucked me. (LOL)).
Anyway, I’m not going to do a full review, but if you’re looking for actual physical proof that these bras are effective, this chick did a video where she jumps up and down in one, so you should check it out, especially if you like videos of chicks with big boobs jumping up and down.
Unfortunately, the new bra did nothing for my actual running. After a prenatal massage and three days off, I thought maybe I’d make a triumphant comeback but that didn’t happen. Friday I did one mile at 10:30 and the second mile at 11:45, and today I did HALF a mile at 12:00 and then walked for another 1.5.
I have nothing to prove.
I’M MAKING A WHOLE PERSON IN MY BODY AND THAT’S A LOT OF WORK.