Creepy Gawkers

Creepy Gawkers

I don't know about you but I have a love/hate relationship with running. Over many years and thousands of miles I've found incredible peace in the solitude of running. There's just something very special about lacing up my shoes and taking that time to better myself. Some days I feel great and could run for several miles. Some days I feel like every single step is a struggle. When it feels like a struggle I might relent to walking rather than running. And if I'm totally honest I think it's safe to say I haven't really run in years. It's actually most commonly a nice easy jog. At 45 I no longer think much about how far or how fast I'm going. I have no specific pace goals I'm working to achieve. I'm just putting one foot in front of the other over and over again until I don't want to anymore. For me, this time is about solitude and serenity. It's a reset of sorts and I will even go as far as to say for me, it is sacred. It's often when I do my best thinking. It's as though answers to questions have been placed as little gifts along my route and nothing is required of me other than to be there, putting one foot in front of the other. For me, breaking a sweat often feels like freedom.

That's why when some asshole slows way down as he's driving by to stare at me while I'm running, (okay okay jogging) I get super pissed. Creepy gawkers are even more infuriating than the horse flies that sometimes harass and bite me step after step. I've been running/jogging now for more than half of my life. As a teenager and adult I've experienced men slowing down, driving by multiple times, parking to watch me run by, honking, whistling and more.

Having my boobs bouncing around certainly doesn't make me feel any better. I can't tell you how many times I've stopped running and simply stood still just to get the "creep" to go the hell away. What did I lose in order to get rid of him? My peace? My momentum? My sanity? Sure I could just keep running and ignore the idiot but there's this absolutely vital thing that MUST be a top priority and that is my SAFETY.

I feel like I’ve tried every damn so-called no bounce sports bra and high-impact sports bra out there. I’ve searched and searched for the best sports bra time and time again and had just never found anything that actually worked. I certainly found some that were better than others. There are some that lift or cinch the breasts higher and while they are better than many other bras I’ve tried, they still don’t keep the breasts from bouncing.

The solution was clear to me. In order to keep the breasts from bouncing they have to be held in place. Wrax is designed to keep the breasts from coming up. If they don’t come up, they won’t be coming back down. No up. No down. No bounce!

Unfortunately, there’s nothing much I can do to keep guys from being creepers. However, I can give them less bouncing to look at which in turn helps me to feel more confident. Wrax allows me the freedom to keep moving by keeping my breasts securely in place. I can keep the momentum, remain in peace, and feel more safe. I hope Wrax does the same for you!

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