If I’m well-versed in anything, it’s wearing rigid, unforgiving, smooshy sports bras. Not sure if you’re familiar with them – they give you plentiful armpit bulge and generally bring about the sensation of impending death?
Jokes! May we all weep in unison.
I literally have a scar on the side of my body from a rogue underwire being shoved into my ribcage when I was 18 and playing netball. Fun!
And yet, I like exercise. And quite like my breasts to be controlled in some variety of sausage casing so they don’t bounce around while I pretend I’m Kayla Itsines on the Stairmaster machine.
Quite the conundrum.
Given my history with sports bras – my boobs and soul practically shrivel up at the sight of them – I went into my first date with Triumph’s Triaction Zen bra with a tinge of dread. “Zen” sounded like a bloody big promise for a smooshy sports bra to make. The price tag of $19.95 also seemed oddly… suspicious.
And yet. AND. YET.
This is the best mothertrucking sports bra - nay, bra - I have ever worn.
Now, in the interests of transparency, this little bra date was set up through my work, so was provided to me for free. Indeed, I did not pay for the first bra myself. Guilty as charged.