It’s no great surprise that parts of my body are suffering with marathon training. Some of you may remember one or two photos of my feet I uploaded (I am still unapologetic), and blisters are no longer a real shock to me. I know men suffer with bleeding nipples, and I am glad to be a woman, because chicks (one would hope) wear sports bras when they run, which prevents chaffing.
At least nipple chaffing. Part of the problem with having sizeable (even after a reduction) chest pillows is that they are more difficult to keep locked down. For as long as I can remember, I have doubled (and sometimes tripled) up on bras to avoid painful bounce. Even after my reduction I am a DD cup, and although I have noticed enormous benefits to having a smaller chest, they’re still big enough to need some serious support. I have forever relied on Shock Absorber bras as my main man for such a task, and although they’re great, wearing one, and sweating in one, and moving in one for hours a week causes some unique problems. Witness:
While the photo above doesn’t look too bad, it is a VAST improvement to the raw, seeping mess my underboob area looked like a week and a half ago. Take a moment to imagine the searing pain (and hissed swearing) that occurred in the shower recently.
I haven’t backed down on training – the past two weeks have been my highest ever mileage weeks, back to back. What I have done is switched to a different sports bra for my longer activities to minimize painful rubbing on this weirdly vulnerable area. It’s still a Shock Absorber, but it’s their specialist running bra. I can say that this bra has saved my skin recently. But more than that, it has the power to hold my chesty junk in its trunk. Seriously, my mammary meat is firmly strapped down, and it is as though I had an extra pair of hands holding me in place. I cannot sing this bra’s praises any more.
Oh wait, yes I can. It comes in the standard black/white colour choices, but also some jazzier colours. The most recent one I’ve bought is this beauty:
I can get into this contraption solo, but it is helpful to have a drowsy boyfriend to clip you in on early Sunday mornings, I will admit. This particular colour combination is the one I have linked to above, but unfortunately I do not have an Olympic women’s beach volleyball player’s figure that fills me with enough confidence to go for a jog wearing it sans t-shirt. But I know I’m wearing a nice bra.
The quest continues, however, for socks that prevent all blisters, end up dry at the end of a run, and massage your feet throughout your workout….