I can’t remember the last time I had just Jen time. Time when I wasn’t doing something, taking care of someone or working. I tried to remember the last weekend that I had time to sleep in or watch a movie and I can’t think of one. Ugh. Thanks to this pattern of constant activity and responsibilities, I am flying around at any given moment not quite all there. To say I am scattered is an understatement.
So, it wasn’t any real big surprise last night when I discovered I had forgotten to bring my sports bra for spinning. Now, the sports bra is a bit of a quandary as it is. It is HARD to get the girls in there! It zips up the front and I have to hold, lift, squish and pray to Jesus to get the zipper closed. Once they are in they are good to go and will not move. This makes for less jiggle and de wiggle and is worth the hail marys it takes to get them in.
No sports bra…well, ok. That leaves me in my regular bra. I’m a girly girl at heart so I have a nice lace bra that is blue. Looks real nice, has the support necessary for average life but on a bike? This might be dangerous. As misfortune would have it we did a lot of spin outs in class. Where you crank up the resistance and pedal as fast as you can “with control”. This is one of my favorite moves and I have gotten used to my fluff bouncing about as I slam the pedals around. For several spin outs I was aware of the girls bouncing about but told myself the room was dark and everyone was facing the same direction I was.
What I was not expecting was to forget about them and get into a competition (in my mind at least) with the lady beside me. I’m pushing myself pretty hard, I’m matching if not beating the lady beside me and I’m getting cocky about it. I’m sweating and feeling pretty damn smug when I feel this snap in my chest region and suddenly my nunga nungas are in danger of taking out the lady beside me as well as half the room. They have escaped their bra confines and are amuck with freedom! They are crazy flying about and I instantly slow my ass down to keep my vision in tact. You can put an eye out with these things ya know?? Was I mortified? A little bit. Did I want to hide in shame? Not really. Was I super pissed that I had to slow down my workout for the last 10 minutes? Hell, yeah!
My girls are formidable and have been known to break the bras that try to keep them in on a fairly regular basis-but this takes the cake. I think we might have to have an intervention soon.
Jen
