…a valuable lesson about the importance of properly fitting (and supportive) exercise clothes.
It all started when the boys were up at the ungodly hour of 5:45am.
Hold on, let me wallow in the WTF-ness of that for a moment.
By 6am I’d shushed them half a dozen times, let the dogs out, let the dogs in, brushed my teeth, and had abandoned all hope of going back to bed, so I figured I’d get a run in. I grabbed an old pair of capris- some stretchy cotton ones with an elastic waistband (one of the few clothing items left over from my ‘fat’ wardrobe) and a loose tshirt and the first bra I put my hands on- a not-very-supportive thing that is also a leftover.
I headed down to the park with the intention of trying to top my mile time, hit my first lightpost and started jogging.
And I knew I was in trouble.
All of my clothing was too loose, and all of…me…was flopping and bouncing with each stride. I’m sure it didn’t look very pretty from the outside (thank goodness there weren’t many in the park this morning) but it darn sure didn’t feel pretty.
In fact, it was fairly uncomfortable-painful now and then – and really slowed me down. I was constantly tugging on my shirt, hitching up my pants, and struggling because I just felt awkward and out of sorts.
I’ve heard about compression clothing…looks like it’s time for me to really look into it and figure out what I need.
Despite all that, I still managed to shave 2 full minutes of my previous mile time, coming in at 15:45.
…At least my SHOES were finally right…