Never Underestimate the Power of a Good Sports Bra!

A man who runs is only as good as the shoes he wears. But ask a woman who runs and she would reply that she is only as good as her sports bra. For most women, finding a comfortable sports bra isn’t that hard to do. Even Walmart carries them for less than $10. What a steal. Unless of course you happen to be one of those women who fall into the D plus range. No $10 bra will do. Nope, not gonna happen.

So what is the D plus sized woman to do? The obvious answer, or at least it is to me, is that if a woman falls in that more endowed range, then perhaps running is not the answer and probably should not be attempted. It makes for a darn good excuse if nothing else.  It is not pleasant for the woman, nor is it pleasant to watch AND there is such a thing called safety to be considered here as well. But still, should running be the goal, then no one had better underestimate the power of a well built sports bra, ESPECIALLY in circumstances such as these.

So, let us throw a couple more D’s behind the first. Where do you go to get that sports bra that’s going to do the job? Well, let me tell you (taken from personal experience) I wasn’t sure they even existed. A sports bra for the triple D or E or even G sized woman? REALLY? Come on. But they are real. I have seen them.

They are not fancy. They only come in white and there is only one style to choose from. You will not find them hanging up with all the pretty, colorful, cute braziers in the bra boutique. Oh, no! These bras are “special”. They are given their own little plastic drawer behind the counter. These bras cannot possibly be contained on a hanger and to look at them, you can very well see the justification.

Here I am. I have purchased mine from “Lace by Louise” (a very nice little apparel store in Bountiful), where I shelled out $70 dollars for my very own multi-hooked contraption that appears painful to even look at.

I have the bra. It is here with its tags still waiting to be yanked off. It beckons to me. “Try me on,” it calls. “Let’s go for a little run.”

I think I'm gonna hate that bra.