Case in point: Last semester I got myself so worked up that I broke out in hives. Yeah. It was a total bag of fun.
This semester is proving to be no different.
I got some new winter running gear two weekends ago.
I am determined to run through this Michigan winter and so I hit up the local Marshall's. I scored a jacket for 30 smackeroos, an NB tank top for $7, and running pants for $20. In the runner's world, this is dirt cheap.
The second thing the runners who are reading this post are thinking about is when did she try out the gear and how did it work for ya?
The rest of you are wondering how in the hell I broke my boob and what running gear and being a hot mess at finals time have to do with it.
Well I'll tell you: they go together.
In other words, this is just the long winded back story, before I get to the good part.
Went out last Wednesday. I got on my new gear. I was so excited that I forgot to put on my second bra.
Started my run and I wasn't too happy with the pants. I am a compression pant runner all the way and these pants didn't give as much as I prefer. So my run was off. I kept having to stop and mess with my pants and ain't nobody got time for that.
I wrapped up my run frustrated. I headed into the house and walked into the bathroom. I thought my jacket looked funny, but didn't think anything more about it. Started the shower and started undressing. Turned around and looked in the mirror and I saw it...or rather them.
My boobs were hanging out from under my bra....and had been like that for probably the majority of my run.
Now listen. I know that everyone who is in the itty bitty titty committee thinks big boobs are glamorous and something to be jealous of.
Well, they are not. Because if you're like me, you have to wear two sports bras to work out. In regular bras, you also don't get to wear the pretty colors either. I've lost enough weight that I'm sporting VS bras, but still the options are limited for these bad boys. I only get to wear the pretty colors in sports bras because Target is wonderful and is more than on board with the neon train.
Our little story doesn't end there. I went to the library and about my day. Got home that night and noticed I was sore. Didn't think anything about it. I'm in the "sleep with no bra on" camp and so I went through my routine.
Let's just say I woke up in the middle of the night thinking I was dying. I readjusted and tried to get comfortable, but my left boob was just not having it. I texted my sister asking if you can tear your boobs and went back to bed.
I went throughout my day. I felt better. Went to bed, same thing. I hurt all over again.
This is when I decided to pull a Sheldon Cooper and do an experiment. My constant would be to sleep with a bra on at night for a few days and then my variable would be to sleep without a bra after a few nights.
So that's what I did. I made it a whole three nights before I became too claustrophobic to handle sleeping with a bra on. And on Monday night, I slept without a bra.
YEAH. I'm pretty sure I've broken my left boob. I had an allergic reaction last semester and apparently, this semester I've got a broken boob.
So until finals are over, I'll be sleeping with a bra on at night and hoping like hell I don't break the other one before Friday.
I swear it ain't one thing, it's another. This time the one thing is a boob. A left one to be exact.
P.S. If in the future, my children come back to read this post, mommy's sorry for writing a whole blog post about her left boob.