Lamest Injury

I hurt myself taking off my sports bra. Isn't that about the most embarrassing way to pull a shoulder muscle? Note to (most) guys and my willowy sisters of modest boobage: you have no idea what we amply curvy gals go through in the ta-ta department for the sake of sport!**
<--For those of you not familiar with the complexity and range of support needs in the world of sporty ta-ta's, I present this helpful visual aid. These plastic orbs (courtesy of my running store) are used to demonstrate the comparative heft of differing cup sizes and their relation to properly fitting sports bras. The sizes and weights (yet, hopefully not the colors) are "realistic".
Who knew for those of us on the right side of the line up there, that our sports bras would be required to buttress six pounds per ta?! No wonder the sports bra is an inherently ornery garment. Here I thought putting on the industrial strength bazoom restrainer was a pain. Taking it off has proven to be more so. I wish I had known the potential dangers before shimmying (none too gracefully) out of the sweaty, tangled mess of spandex sheathing my prettiest twelve pounds! Please don't get me wrong. I am grateful (firstly) for my boobs and (secondly) for the many layers of foundational equipment I own (without which I would not be able to run at all) but... dang! A pulled shoulder - from a run?! Not fair! Someone should come up with a warning label.


**Side note: This is NOT to discount any challenges you y-chromosome folks and slender ladies face in other areas of our fair sport. I'm hoping one day to be a slender lady myself and then I'll figure out something to bitch about I'm sure. And I already count myself lucky not to be a guy pretty much every time I get on my bike. How on earth you boys function after the inevitable package mashing cycling entails is beyond me!