I tell you everything else, why not this?

I'd like to let it be known right here and now that I am a dedicated runner. I was in a desperate need for a run tonight. D-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e. Because I knew I'd be running from my parents' house after work, I brought along a bag of the necessities - my shoes, shorts, some shirts, socks, my Nano (oh wait, no, NOT the Nano), etc.

At about 6:30, I start loading up with what I needed. Shoes... socks... sports bra... Sports bra? Hello? Sports bra?

No? No sports bra?

I forgot to pack one.

Oops?

Had I been desperate enough, I would've just sported the ol' Victoria's Secret bra I had on, but I needed to put that back on afterward to go back to work, so, I decided better.

And went commando.

For real. No bra. Seven miles, all willy-nilly-style. Which sort of makes me giggle, in spite of myself.

Fortunately (unfortunately?), my chest is insignificant enough that running seven miles with absolutely nothing to support it but a couple t-shirts did no harm. In fact, it didn't bother me at all. Granted, I won't be trying it again any time soon, but I'll be darned.

I can do it.

I'll just add that to my list of reasons being ill-equipped in the chest region is a benefit.

(Nothing else is on that list.)

(I do not actually have a list.)