Yes, that day was today. I was running along, my inner monologue belting out "Blown Away" by Carrie Underwood when I felt the snap. And immediately, I heard my sports bra begin so sing, "I wanna, uh uh uh uh, undo it!".
What do you do? I'm not gifted with the ability to run under any and all circumstances, and apparently, my wardrobe had had enough. I'd been telling my hubby all weekend long that I just KNEW that I had gained about 4 pounds in the last four months. He was so kind to tell me that I was crazy, he loved me just how I was, etc. My sports bra called bullshit on that.
As I continued to run along, my right arm held heroically still beside my right side, I wondered why I kept on running. Why not just admit defeat, stop the treadmill, hobble off to the locker room with my face downcast? Because I'm stronger than that! I might not be able to do a fist pump right now because of the fear of what will happen when I raise my right arm, but I am strong... and I can survive this.
And maybe I'm known to go a little overboard with the heroics - like the time in college where I thought I needed to drop a few pounds, and quickly. For my summer job, I was a lifeguard at the public pools in Oktibbeha County. Little kids can be mean, and I wasn't in the mood to hear some 7-year-old ask me when my baby was due 'cause I had a bit of a stomach pooch. So I did what any normal, college girl would do when she needs to be in a bathing suit, all day, every day :
I wrapped myself in Saran wrap and hit the gym!
Yeah, it didn't take me long to realize 1) that doesn't work and 2) that is not what normal people do.
So, fine. Enough with the heroics. I'll give myself and the treadmill a break and just stop. But, don't you worry, I'll be back and I'll be running - right after I make a very important purchase.