I spend a fair amount of my life in sports bras. I wear them for derby, running, jiujitsu or if I don’t feel like dealing with clasps and hooks at 6:00 in the morning. They’re comfortable and give me plenty of coverage.

Last night, in honor of #NationalRunningDay, I went for a run. Usually, I put on a tank top over my sports bra, but I made an exception last night. It was HUMID. Sticky, miserable, post-rain showers humid. I was skipping the tank top, especially while wearing shorts, compression sleeves and socks.

As I made my way down my usual route (just over 4.5 miles from my house and back), I got a few side eyes, but everyone went about their business. I saw a couple other female joggers rocking this look while I was out. I don’t see anything wrong with it, especially if you’re running through semi-sweltering heat.

Then, as I made the turn back into my subdivision, my drifting thoughts came back down to Earth with the honking horn of a large, black pick-up truck. I had managed to make it through 95% of my run without a horn honk.

Have I mentioned this is an annoying regular occurrence?

Look, honking your horn at a jogger will not result in a meaningful relationship of any kind. This is not how to pick up women or to boost my self-esteem. I’m clearly okay running on the sidewalks of busy thoroughfares in a sports bra and shorts, so a honk isn’t needed. Furthermore, you’re interrupting my precious quiet time. I have very little of it–I’m a busy lady. All you’ll get is a wave featuring the middle finger from yours truly. It happened to the truck driver last night and will happen if you decide it is in your best interest to toot your horn at me while I get some exercise and clear my mind.

 

Funny I’ve never seen this behavior directed at a man….