This is sort of a guest post by … well … me. I wrote this a couple weeks ago over at a group blog that’s still in development. Since that’s not available yet for viewing (though it will be awesome once it is!) I figured I’d bring this over here to share with ya’ll. Hope you enjoy it.

In the last year, many things have happened which I didn’t expect. I dived into social media through blogging and Twitter. I got laid off. I started running in Vibram Fivefingers and barefoot, and realized I LOVE running. I found new social outlets online for running in dailymile.com and Barefoot Ted’s Google group. I began inspiring others to try running (and minimalist footwear, and barefooting). And then, last night, perhaps most unexpected of all, I became an expert on sports bras for well-endowed women. I was surprised, too. Let me explain.

Through dailymile, I post every run I do online. This post also goes out automatically on my Twitter and Facebook feeds, and to a widget here on my blog, so pretty much everyone I know online knows about my runs. Since the beginning of this year I’ve run four to five times a week, and my mileage and speed are steadily improving. I’ve also shared information about minimalist footwear, barefooting, Born To Run, the successes and setbacks I’ve had, and generally been open with my online friends about my running adventure.

So, yesterday, someone on Twitter suggested to a friend of theirs to follow me on Twitter for inspiration to get into running. She’d been wanting to do it and considering the Couch To 5K program, but finding it hard to get going. Flattered, I thanked her for the complement and followed them both back. Happy to be a positive force for this thing I love doing. Then the new runner sends me a note with this question:

“Wondering how a double D girl like myself could run 5 minutes, let alone 5k?”

Considering my Twitter name is badassdadblog, and that I put my bald-pated mugshot right there for all to see, I’m not sure what made her think I might be an authority on this subject. But, when someone asks a question, I have a hard time resisting the urge to go find an answer. So, I had a mission.

Born To Run?

Born To Run?

In fact, she’s not the first woman I’ve heard raise this issue in one form or another. “I can’t run, it’s too uncomfortable.” “Some people just aren’t built for running.” “My boobs are just too big.” Though I know I have no firsthand knowledge or experience here, I can’t help but say (or at least think to myself) bullshit. This sounds like just another in the litany of excuses people give to avoid giving running a real go. But I firmly believe each person must find their own way. To running, to enlightenment, to happiness. One sure way for someone to not enjoy running is to have someone else tell them they have to. Do you remember gym class? Not my idea of a good time.

So usually when someone raises an objection, I let them hold onto it. I might argue another point of view, but I’m not here to argue or talk you into doing something. But this was different. She didn’t say “I can’t, because…”. She ASKED me what she could do. So, I set out to find an answer.

One of the things I love about social media is it is a wellspring of knowledge, information, and (perhaps above all else) opinions. In addition to dailymile, Twitter and Facebook, I also recommend Aardvark for getting answers to some pretty obscure or detailed questions from people who really know the answer. I put out a question across various platforms asking women who run for their solution to this problem. Is there such a thing as a perfect sports bra?

I got many answers. A few were from women embracing the shape of their bodies as a reason not to run. Some were from women genuinely seeking the answer to this same question. And some were from those who had solved this problem, and how they did it. These I cheerfully passed along, both to the original asker and to anyone else who cared to know.

What I learned is that there is no one answer, as everyone is different. This was no surprise. There were a few themes, though. Chief among them was that for very well-endowed women, or women who truly want to pretty much stop any and all unwanted motion, the Enell bra is about the best there is. This thing is pretty amazing. There’s even a video on their site showing how it works. It’s almost like a little vest that hooks up the front. It looks a bit medieval, but apparently this thing really does the job. And in another stroke of awesome, they sell a “male support vest” for the moobs! No kidding. Other recommendations included Moving Comfort, Title Nine, and Champion (which is available at Target, and probably the least expensive of the bunch).

Interestingly, while Title Nine has a lot of different models, apparently from different manufacturers, the one they call the “Last Resort,” for when nothing else will do the job, is actually the Enell bra. So in a way, that recommendation was validated yet again.

So, here endeth my journey into the world of supportive women’s undergarments (as far as I know). I hope you’ve found it interesting, and for some of you, I hope it proves useful. Maybe it can remove at least one of the barriers between you and this wonderful activity called running. Take it from me, it can take you places you truly never expected to go.

(Special thanks to Miss Grace at boobemancipation.com for donating the photo.)

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fear

by badassdadblog on January 28, 2010

For the first time today, I really missed my old job. I got an email from a friend and former coworker about her visit to the office where we used to work, to have lunch with people we used to work with. Reading her note, the pang of remorse I felt came as a complete surprise to me. Remorse? Or is it grief? Wishing I still had the comfortable job, comfortable income, comfortable perception of stability. Obviously the comfort I felt wasn’t real, but you don’t know what you don’t know.

At the same time, Owen has been obsessed with earthquakes. I think it started with glimpses of Haiti coverage he saw while we were out of town a few weeks ago. Since returning home he asks almost every day about what would happen if we had a big earthquake. Would our roof fall in? Would things fall down? What about the pictures on his walls? Would they fall on him? On his brother?

We live in Southern California, so we can’t tell him we don’t have earthquakes. We talk to him about our sturdy old house, about the things we do to stay safe in an emergency. We hold him and we tell him not to worry.

Also this week, Nicholas started day care for the first time in his 20 months of life. He’s a trooper, and he’s doing well, but clearly he is not thrilled about this change. The first few days he was uncertain at drop-off. Now he knows what’s happening, and he is not happy being left. This will pass, I’m sure, but while it lasts it’s hard to walk away from our sad baby.

So, I find myself facing my fears alongside my young boys. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what we can’t control. Fear of the new. For them, I know, they will get through it. They will endure and eventually these fears will fade.

For me, I strongly believe the same will be true, but it’s harder to see it. Will the work I’m doing translate into income that will support us? If not, will I find something else that pays the bills and doesn’t eat my soul? I struggle with these questions. I take strength from my boys while trying to comfort them. One way or another, we’ll all get through this.

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what the backyardigans can teach you about god

December 18, 2009

Christmas snuck up on me this year. It often does, and I know I’m not alone. The older I get, the faster time accelerates. I fully expect to wake up any day and find out it’s 2025. Which will be cool, because surely by then we’ll be able to teleport.
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December 17, 2009

Neil Kramer over at Citizen of the Month has posted his Fourth Annual Blogger Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert!
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big props for iCaroler

December 15, 2009

We interrupt your regularly scheduled badassery to bring you this special announcement …
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pasty day

December 14, 2009

This is my third entry in the {W}rite Of Passage writing challenge. You can check out other entries at the bottom of the post. This week’s instructions were:
Take fifteen minutes to write about your elementary school lunch. Describe. Remember. Smell. Touch. Who is there? Where are you? What are you eating?

Pasty day meant freedom. Freedom [...]

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