In my understanding, bras are supposed to lift you up, kind of like a good friend…right?!

Not let you down?!

Well, someone needs to inform my bras of that tidbit.

A few days ago, I had an experience that I would rather not relive. I can’t believe I am even sharing it here, but it is with great urging that I do (yeah, you know who you are:).

So, I get through my run with no issues, felt good, ran hard and didn’t fall off the treadmill (oh wait, I never told you about that?!). I head over to the ledge that I had my pants and jacket sitting on and proceed to put on my jacket. There is this guy that will not stop looking at me funny. Downright staring. I try to blow it off and head out to the truck. Get in the truck, only to look down and discover that my sports bra was sitting..oh, about 6-8 inches higher than it should and my *girls* are poking out below. Thank goodness for my shirt to cover, but it was a bit chilly out if you catch my drift.

Mortified! I was mortified!

Apparently the guy was staring at my *issue*. Now, if it had been another woman, she’d have said, “hey, you may want to go check yourself”. But no, this guy lets me leave like that…

*sigh*

Bryan thought it was hillarious (of course)…me, not so much.

So, needless to say during my run today, I was paranoid. Constantly checking to make sure the bra and my girls were where they were supposed to be…

And they say working out is good for your health….LOL!