I got to the gym last night around 5:30 and had planned on doing 60 minutes on the treadmill of running and walking. The goal was just to hit a full hour of working out.
So I'm warming up and after a couple tenths of a mile, one of the aerobics instructors that I got to know last summer through her classes and because our daughters are the same age and played together at the pool and in the gym's kids club, comes up to me and asks if I'd take her Group Step class. She's got to have 5 people and is videotaping herself so she can get certified. It's not a class that's on the schedule, so she asked some friends to attend and recruited people off the fitness floor to come.
I'm a sucker for helping people out, so I said OK.
It's been months and months since I took a group aerobics class. And I did well, considering. My aerobic capacity is so much better than the last time I took a class, because I did all the moves easily and didn't get that winded. I didn't push myself too hard because, frankly, I didn't want to hurt myself and end up with an injury that would keep me from running.
Step classes are tricky (Alicia, you are well aware of this now, right?). The foot work and cross overs and jumps across the bench provide ample opportunity to screw up a 37 year old knee or ankle if I hit something wrong. So I didn't go all out. I was conservative but got a good workout. My favorite part was the jogging on and off the bench (we took the risers out from underneath, so it was just the bench which is very low to the ground). Imagine that--I loved the jogging parts. It's the runner in me.
One extremely beneficial thing that came out of the class is this--I got smacked in the face with the fact that I need a new sports bra. Holy crap, The Girls were all over the place. I can't see myself when I'm running, even at the gym because there's so much between me and the mirrors. In step class with mirrors on three walls, it was painfully obvious that my 34D's need more support than they are getting from my Champion double layer of bras. I wear two, but they aren't underwire and one is just a plain old cotton sports bra with no structure at all.
I can't believe I've been running all these months with so much up and down movement. I know every woman has some bounce, but this is just not acceptable. Oy. I'm going to just pretend that no one cares what I look like when I run and so it doesn't matter a whit. But, you know, people do look and I don't want to be the girl with the big jiggly butt and the bouncy boobs. I won't even go there about my behind bouncing around. Nothing I can do about that but keep doing what I'm doing.
So I bit the bullet and just spent $54 on an Enell this morning. At The Lingerie Store they have free shipping for orders over $50, so I did pretty well, considering the Enell site was gonna cost around $75 for the same bra because it wasn't discounted and the standard shipping was $13. The thing looks like it's a straight jacket for your boobs, but they promise no movement and that's what I need.
When it gets here and I've tried it out, I'll review it for you all. I know the grass is always greener, but I would love to be a 34B right now. The aerobics instructor didn't even wear a bra--just a cute little tank with her perky natural boobs. They are small, yes, but at least they don't smack her in the face.