Free Fallin'

Today I arrived at the gym, unpacked my bag to get dressed for my workout, and to my dismay discovered that in my rush to get out the door this morning I neglected to pack a sports bra.

I could have gone home to get one or simply just gone home. But I'm a girl who does NOT like to change plans once my mind is set on something, and I especially hate missing a planned workout. The truth is, once I leave the gym, I'm gone until the next day, so really it was make do or peace out.

I really needed to de-stress, so I decided to tough it out sans sports bra. The question then became: Do I wear the regular bra or just go free boobin'?

I had one of those sport tanks with built-in support, but we all know that doesn't really cut it when you get going. Plus, it was an old Old Navy top, so it was about as supportive as a rubber band.



Nonetheless, I decided to give it a go. I have a REALLY bad distaste for working out in regular bras; it makes me feel gross and permanently hate that bra. Also, it would've shown through the sports tank and looked super tacky.

Luckily, the top was black, so boob movement noticability was at a minimum. Unluckily, as soon as I put the damn thing on, already some nipple action. Whoops. Hopefully the boys won't notice. Also, let's hope there won't be any nip slippage because it is a rather old top, one that is a bit stretched out. You never know what can happen in downward dog. . .

As I was making my way out to the weights area, I couldn't help but think to myself what Megan would think about this blatant disregard for proper attire. Then of course, I began composing this post in my head in an effort to make it through my workout.

You will be pleased to know that there were no disasters, and I really don't think anyone noticed. Also, I did spinning as my cardio, so there wasn't so much up and down - plus, the lights were dimmed and we were all intensely concentrating on hating our instructor for playing f-ing Green Acres and Beverly Hillbillies theme music while we're doing "jumps." (This is the same instructor who plays country ballads during spinning and makes me want to poke my eyes out with a spoon.)