The phenomena of a good southern girl is incomplete without fitness. We are either naturally skinny, morbidly obese, or struggling somewhere in the middle. I, for some time now have been struggling. I own a spin bike, 3 kettlebells, a balance ball, a sporty car, a sporty dog...and a big a$$. So...today I took my brand new, overpriced ergonomic "you only need to wear the one" sports bra for a spring jog with my lab, Bailey. Bailey is good, he attracts the right kinds of men, kids and other dogs so that I always make new friends. Today, he attracted 3 off duty very very handsome police officers. What also attracted them during our brief chat must have been my very expensive sports bra suddenly unzipping itself. Seeing their face was a mix of shock and delight, and all I could do was kinda bend over in half as I felt it not only unzip, but pull away completely. This would be a moment where any good southern girl would turn bright red. My response was hollow...a gasp. I wish I had been like "which one of you is telepathic"...however I managed to be very embarrassed and then scuttle away to rezip my chest behind one of those green utility boxes. In true gentleman/redneck form, they simple resumed beer drinking. Sexy points for Rebecca? -50. What I'm debating is how to leave comments for this item on REI.com without sounding like an unintentional stripper. Which, I guess I am.
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