Zensah Running Bra Review + Giveaway

(Sung to the tune of “Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit)

Bras, bras, they hold the girls tight
The more you wear one, the more you feel right
The more you feel right, the better you run
So wear your sport’s bra and tame the melon(s)!

I just made that up in case you think it was a Grammy winning song or something.

Zensah, makers of compression gear, sent me their Zensah Running Bra to review. I requested the black one in small/medium (sizes run small/medium or medium/large).

You can’t tell from the picture, but the center back is a flexible mesh-like material. (Yes, I wear all of those necklaces).

The bra itself is softer and stretchier than some other brands I have tried. I like my bras tight, so sometimes they can be a bitch to get on. This one goes on easy and holds my mini melons (clementines?) in place. Other bonuses:

• Antibacterial (in case you emit a lot of bacteria while running)
• Seamless design to prevent chafing (I do not chafe, but if this is an issue for you, this might be a good choice).
• Moisture wicking

I’ve worn this twice now. Once on a seven mile run and once to a spin class. I give the bra an A+ for comfort and breathability (moisture wicking fabric). I think it looks good too. I am not a well-endowed girl, so I cannot speak to how well this bra contains those possessing bigger breasts and cleavage. I don’t even know what cleavage is.

The bra comes in 10 sassy colors (including neon pink!) and the cost is $35.99 plus shipping.

The only drawback I could find to this bra is the price. Yes, you could find a cheaper one other there. But, I pay upwards of $40 a shot for my Vicky’s Secret everyday bras, so why wouldn’t I invest in a good running bra as well? My experience is that when it comes to bras, you do get what you pay for. If this one lasts a long time and holds its shape, $35.99 seems like a good deal.

I do take issue, however, with the shipping costs, which is $9.98 (UPS Ground). That is the cheapest option available (unless I missed something?). I think this is really overpriced to ship a damn bra. IMHO.

Want to win a Zensah Running Bra? Your choice of color and size. To enter this giveaway, simply:

• “Like” Zensah on FB (mandatory entry) +1
• Tell me why you need a new running bra.  Big, out of control boobs? Sick of using duct tape? Can’t afford a good quality one? +1
• Become a follower of this here blog if you are not already +1
• Facebook, twat or write about this giveaway on your blog +1

I will pick a random winner on Monday, June 20. Please do not tell them I sent you on FB. Apparently, this clutters their wall too much.

Good luck!

SUAR

Fine print:
Zensah provided the bra for review and the giveaway item. I paid nothing for them.

Two Cup Sizes (and Giveaway Winner)

Tonight’s dinnertime discussion:

Emma: What is the difference between roast beef and pea soup?

Me: Ummm…don’t know, but it’s a great question

Emma: You can roast beef, but you can’t pee soup

Moving on. Water running is not like land running. For many, many reasons. I don’t love it. I kind of hate it, truth be told. I do it only because I have this stupid crack in my hip.

Despite my training plan that mixes things up every day, water running can be compared to watching paint dry or grass growing.  To maximize this training plan, and to avoid excessive loss of fitness, one is supposed to water run six times per week.

Let me say this. If I was of the male persuasion I would get a boredom boner from all that water running. If you haven’t heard of this type of erection, it is as follows (from the urban dictionary) :

This is a specific variety of boner which occurs when a person is so tired and/or bored that to increase blood flow and activity level, the body acquires an erection as a form of stimulant to heighten alertness.

I guess it’s fortunate I can’t get boners because that is unsightly in a bathing suit and would probably startle the water aerobics ladies. Lord knows with their doctor’s appointments and early bird specials they don’t need any more excitement or heart attacks in the pool.

Now that we’ve established that water running is boring enough to produce and promote erections in the best of us, suffice it to say that I have lots of time to think while I’m fake running in the water.

Today I pondered the new item available from Victoria’s secret, the Miraculous Push Up Bra. Vicki’s insists that this gem will “miraculously add 2 cup sizes to your breasts.” Supposedly women who are considering boob jobs are advised to purchase this bra to test out how it feels to be larger.

Two cup sizes? What’s are these bras made out of? Cantaloupes?

The Miraculous Bra comes in sizes 32AA to 38DD. Jeezus!  If you are already a 38DD you have no business graduating two cup sizes. That’s 38F ladies! I don’t even know what that looks like. Off to Google images, be right back.

Ah, hell. Didn’t find much in the way of good images, but did find this:

All you do is eat these cookies and your breast size is supposed to grow to an F cup. How does the cookie know? There is also cake, pudding and tea. Those Asians have amazing technology these days. And big ass boobs, I suppose.

Welcome to my world. The world of water running where your mind wanders to far off places.

Winner of the running skirt? This was not to be a random drawing. I asked why you read my blog to try to find out something very specific. Why you read my blog. What you like, why you bother. It is useful info to me.

Poop. Farts. Humor. Inspiration. Information. Crudeness.

That’s what you like.

Loved, loved the feedback. I have to give it to Laurie from the (Mis)adventures of a Jogging Stroller Mom for her Ode to SUAR poem.  It wasn’t just that the poem was clever, but I did think it caught the essence of the blog and what I try to convey here. Do you think you could add in a line about F Cup Cookies? Laurie, send me your address and I’ll get the skirt out to you.  You need to get a job with Hallmark or something. You’ve got raw talent.

Don’t worry. I’ll be back to “real” running soon and all this talk of erections, old ladies and F Cup Pudding will be just a bad memory.

Off to eat some cookies,

SUAR