Ok, so I’m running along in the park today minding my own business, listening to an audio book on my Ipod. There’s a lady who walks there frequently. I saw her in Wal-mart once with her little girl. In case I haven’t said this before, I’m in a mixed marriage so my child is biracial, though he looks white, so everyone assumes I’m babysitting him or something. Anyway, this lady also has a biracial child who is white looking (the lady is black). The little girl looked at DS in Wal-mart and said “Look Mama” and then the lady said something like “Oh, he’s like you” We chatted a little bit, and it was actually pleasant because normally I get annoying or stupid comments.

Well it turns out this lady goes walking at the park I normally go to. I saw her a couple of times and waved, but she always wants to stop and talk to the baby. This annoys me, because I don’t want to stop running so she can chat. Other people who are regulars at the park just keep walking and wave at me or the baby, but she has to completely stop, get off the path she’s on and come over to us, so I feel obligated to stop.

She did this today, but had kind of grim look on her face. I stopped, but jogged in place so that she would get the hint that I needed to keep going. I’m there for exercise, not conversation. She wanted to inform me that I needed to be wearing a sports bra when I run.

OKAY…I was wearing 2! I test them out by jumping up and down a lot before I go running to make sure there won’t be any extra jiggle. Anyone with big breasts knows how uncomfortable that can be.  I also have an enell that I prefer to wear because it works so well, but it was in the wash today. I usually wear it though. She said that she saw me the other day and thought it was a shame I wasn’t wearing a sports bra. She said that she had been running without one a few years back and that it caused her breast to sag really bad, even though they were small. I then told her I was wearing 2 and the support was fine. She got this surprised look on her fact and looked down at my bust.

She then said that she could recommend me a doctor to take care of my problem. WTF?! Now, my breast are saggy? How DARE she?!

Yes, my breast have never been perky, they never will be. I’m fine with that. Unless they start dragging the ground, I won’t be having surgery on them.  I shook my head no, and she assured me that medicaid would pay for it…um, who the *$%# said I was on medicaid? In fact, who the *$%& invited you over here to critique  my boobs, my running, and then suggest how I would go about paying for a surgery that I don’t intend to have.

I said I wasn’t on medicaid, and she looked surprised at that. I wanted to say “Lady, do you want the name of my insurance company so you can double check? Do you want me to pull up my shirt so you can see that I do have 2 sports bras on?”

I packed up my son, stroller, and saggy boobs and got in the car. I am never going to that track again, at least not in the morning when she likes to come. I drove by another park further down the road that I thought was all concrete, but it turns out to be asphalt, so I’ll be running there from now on. Maybe I overreacted, I don’t care.

What makes me the angriest is that I am not bouncing all over the place at all. The girls are pretty much in place. ARGH so mad!!!

pardon my rant