After this morning’s post, a reader commented that he would go for a walk, but maybe I should consider a run. He was not the first to suggest this, and I’m going to be honest about why I will never run. One word: breasts.
I have breasts, and they do not run. I’m a bit big-chested for my stature, and it hurts when I run. Yes, yes, I know….a sports bra. But I’m not going to wear one. I’m good to the girls, and the girls are good to me. I’ve spent a lot of time and given a lot of thought to propping them up just so, and sports bras do not prop up but batten down, and I don’t care for the battening.
If I needed to go further, I’d have to say that, overall, I just don’t look good when I run. When I run my face gets intensely red and looks as if it might pop. I imagine I look like Ted Kennedy, and that can’t be good for my health or my self-esteem. As a general rule, any exercise which causes others to ask if I am unwell, or makes me resemble any of the Kennedy men? Not going to be on my to-do list.
So, my vanity-based response to his suggestion, and to all others who have suggested running? I just don’t look cute when I run, so my breasts and I don’t go there.