Some years back a friend of mine invited me to begin classes with her at the newly-opened YMCA. I had recently retired and she felt a need to help me fulfill all those newly acquired hours I would now have. I reluctantly agreed and thus began a thrice- weekly trek to the large indoor pool for water aerobics.
This was a twenty- five to thirty minute drive for me as opposed to her ten - fifteen minute drive. In addition following the forty-five minute session in the pool, another twenty minutes were used to shower and dry our hair. All in all, this morning session spoiled the remainder of the day. I was usually too tired to do my household chores because water aerobics somehow induced the need for a nap. I could not go shopping while inside the city limits with accessibility to stores because now my hair was a mess and of course no make-up. So it seems that virtually three days a week were lost for those forty-five minutes of water aerobics!
It was during one of those days when I was exiting my dressing room cubicle that I encountered an elderly lady directly outside the curtained area. She was a stoutly- figured lady with short gray hair and as I looked her way she immediately asked me if I could help her.
Well she appeared to be in dire distress because she had attempted to put on a sports bra over a damp body. Now if you have ever attempted to wear a sports bra you know that only the young and slender girls are adapt at this because this was designed for the young and restless. The sports bra was never meant for the breasts that have gone South and resided there for years! There are no openings in this contraption other than those for the arms and head to go through. It is a pull-over bra that could by all appearances qualify for a torture implement. The material my be cotton, or one that contains spandex, which makes it even more difficult to maneuver one's upper body into the darn thing. Young girls ( 12 - 20 ) love them as they are perfect for jogging, yoga, bikes or any physical activity. I could imagine the conversation she probably had with one of her granddaughters, " Grandma, you must get a sports bra now that you are in the exercise program!"
As I surveyed the problem it was apparent that she was indeed trapped! Somehow she had managed to get her head and both arms through the necessary openings but could not move her arms or the bra away and over the area to be covered which, of course, were her breasts. Those large pendulous breasts that were now comfortably residing below her waist.
As I stood there assessing the situation, I realized it was going to take a considerable force to move that sports bra ( even with the spandex) from the location of her armpits and upper chest to an area below those breasts. I answered her call for help with a very weak, well, I will try....
I positioned my legs and feet so that I could hold my stand, and at the same time I cautioned her to hold still or better yet, hold onto something. I then managed to place both my hands under the lower edge of that extremely tight sports bra as I pulled it up and forward, lowering it to the position below the breasts. You must envision a giant elastic band and the impact it made once it was released! I have to say that it took as much strength as I could possibly use to pull that bra and not pull the lady!
Finally she was able to manipulate those large breasts into the bra as I left to meet my friend at the front of the building. I could only say that I hoped that was her last day with the sports bra and I had to admit that I was glad I had not been endowed with those pendulous breasts!
Good to be here with you again.
More Later.................................................................................Brenda
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