WARNING: BRA TALK IN THIS BLOG, IF YOU DON”T LIKE TO READ ABOUT THEM, STOP READING.
I’ve lost a lot of things in my 30 years on earth and quite often conclude that I have lost my mind but I have to say this is the first time that I have ever lost this item. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of anyone losing one of these or it’s just that I’m the only one who is stupid enough to admit it but it is true, I’ve lost my bra. Should mention that I have not lost only one bra….but two.
I can’t really tell you how it happened because I don’t know. It’s not like they could grow legs and walk away or that they are so small that I can’t see them. These are no normal size bras…..you could pitch them as tents and sleep a family of 8. Okay, well they aren’t that big but just needed you to visualize that these aren’t normal size bras we are talking about. Are you with me on the size? Okay good, let’s move on.
So picture it, Bridgewater 2009. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and I am on my way to the gym. I have to double up on the bras when I go workout at HEAT because if not, I’d be smacking people all over the place so for the safety of all the fantastic HEAT members, I try to keep them secure as possible. I do the turbo sculpt and after class Wendy and I head out to start buying the food needed for our bbq and clothing sale. I change out of my gym clothes (including my two bras) and put fresh clothes on (bra included). Thinking back, I’m not really sure where I put them but I feel like I put them in my bag. The day went great, we raised a lot of money and when the day was over I packed everything up and put it in the truck. That was Saturday…..let’s fast forward to last night.
I get home twenty minutes later than normal from work because of the construction so it is 6:00pm and I am supposed to be picking Wendy up in five minutes to go to the gym. I am so hungry that there is no way I can go to the new turbo class without food in my stomach so I eat some supper. I go grab my shorts, tank top, and OH MY GOD WHERE THE HELL ARE MY BRAS. Okay Shawna, don’t panic, they have to be here somewhere. I run out to the truck hoping that I left them in the backseat, no such luck. I run back into the house and look in the bags that I had taken to the gym, again no such luck. Okay, this is a big issue. You don’t go to a gym with a top like me without a sports bra. I’m frantic at this point, I’m so nervous I’m cramping and I’m not sure what the heck I am going to do. I think for a moment that I won’t go, but tonight is the first night of the new round of turbo and I am NOT going to miss it. So I do it, I make the decision that I am going to turbo in my work bra (don’t worry, if you’re a nervous wreck at this point, I understand…I am too).
So I pick up Wendy, drive to the gym the whole time cursing about my situation. She tries to be the dear friend that she is by telling me no one will notice. Thanks Wendy, but it’s not like you don’t notice when someone that should have a sports bra on doesn’t have a sports bra on. We walk in and I ask a few people that were there on Saturday “Hey did you see my bra”…who goes around asking that question? Shawna Chetwynd, that’s who. I don’t know if they thought I was joking but I knew in five minutes when the music started, they were going to know that this lady was NOT joking.
The new Turbo ROCKED! Normally people are expecting me to act the fool (and of course I step up to the plate every time) but last night we were all focused on learning the moves so there was no pressure. I had to go low impact and all in all, aside from my two black eyes, no one else was hurt.
So for all you readers who have ever wanted to be a crime scene investigator, here’s the case for you. I definitely need to find it by Friday because it’s my favorite workout bra and we start the last 10 boot camp so will definitely be wanting to go high impact to lose those extra lbs.