Updated 9/27/11 3:30PM – Thanks for sharing your bra adventures! We’ve picked two lucky winners, Bridget and Victoria!
An American woman was airlifted from a Germany mountainside after sending an SOS signal with her bra. That’s quite a bra adventure if you ask us. If you have a bra adventure of your own we’d love to hear about it! Post your story below by 9/25/11. We’ll pick our favorite story on 9/27/11 and will send the writer a free bra.
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*Sale ends Sunday, September 25, 2011.
When I am not at my job, wearing an athletic bras most of the time is normal for me. They are comfortable and I’m ready to go work out anytime of the day. I am an Ovarian Cancer survivor and BRCA1 positive which means that I have a 70-85% chance of breast cancer. About 6 months ago I took action and had a prophalactic mastectomy. I had to say good-bye to the “girls”. I was able to have a one step procedure where immediately after the first surgery, a reconstruction plastic surgery came in and created new ta-tas using skin and fat from my belly. It’s called the DIEP procedure. The entire operation took 13 1/2 hours! I couldn’t wear a bra for at least one month…but as soon as I could it was back to my wonderful Title Nine athletic bras. In a way they are livesavers! Thanks for helping me heal.
Several falls ago my best friend and I went on our semi annual no boys allowed hiking trip. We love to hike and are very organized about it. Normally we hike in New Hampshire, but that year we hiked near my home in Kentucky. We checked in at the ranger station, bought our back country passes, and set out on our adventure with great anticipation.
First the trail was rerouted because of trail damage, we were a little annoyed because we had specifically asked at the ranger station about anything like this.
Then all the water sources clearly marked on the map were dried up.
Then we discovered that someone thought they were funny and had rearranged some of the signs on the trails.
By this point, 2 days into the trip we were pretty much out of water and not having the fun we had anticipated.
Finally we came to a gravel road that we knew would take us out the main road, so caring our packs, with my AMAZING title nine sports bra (I am not a small breasted woman, I can’t do these types of activities without some major support) we RAN down the gravel road.
Then we hitchhiked, yes me and my BFF stuck out our thumbs. We are not the type of people who would do this kind of thing.
We were given a ride to the ranger station. There was NO ONE THERE, nor was there a water source. Our car was a few hundred feet from the ranger station in a welcome center parking lot, so we left our packs and ran down the road in our socks.
We got to the welcome center, and the gates were shut (they close every night) so we crawled under them, and got to the car, and CHUGGED, I mean totally chugged the a large portion of the case of water I had in my trunk.
Then we broke my car out, by driving my car off road, around some trees, and out of the welcome center.
Then we picked up our gear at the ranger station.
As we were loading the gear, a ranger drives up and says “Can I help you ladies?”
We said “Um no, we are good now thank you”
And we drove home to shower.
We still laugh hard about this experience, I can’t imagine how much worse it would have been if it weren’t for the quality sports bra I was wearing the entire time.
This will work for you if you need to elope. Fasten 6 or seven of these bras together. Secure one end under the leg of your bed. Put the string of bras out the window. Crawl down the rope of bras till you can touch ground. Oh happy day!!!!!
I was driving to Oregon from Idaho to get to the coast and was stuck on a looong stretch of road when it started pouring freezing rain. My windshield wipers got partially stuck to the windshield and burned out the little motor before I could shut them off. So I pulled over to see what I could do. When it warmed up a little, it started raining even harder, but I still had to drive. So, naturally, I tied a little scrap of twine and my bra to the wipers so I could operate them by hand. I had to leave my windows partially open, but at least I could see and didn’t have to camp alongside the road where there was nothing for shelter.
We started our business 5 years ago. It is a weight loss program and requires men and women move across this great planet faster than they ever have before (normally). Most women joining us have not spent much time exercising and they are in their 30’s and 40’s.
My story might seem obvious to those that are normally exercising…
I think I’ve become a Sports Bra Evangelist in the amount of time I’ve spent consulting and convincing women to choose a better sports bra for the activity they are doing.
It seems to be an embarrassing thing for our larger women to confront. I know, I was once 198 lbs of a woman! I hated shopping more than anything. No one ever mentioned to buy a good bra for 10 years! I can relate.
The T9 women I’ve called and purchased bras through KNOW THEIR STUFF so I trust sending my clients to just call and get guidance on the correct fit that works.
We’ve helped close to 1,500 people since starting our business. 80% of our clients are women and of that 80% I’d say 90% needed help being pushed to go get a good sports bra to keep “the girls” secure during boot camp.
In the end I have had ladies thank me: larger women because they were so relieved to finally find a place to buy a bra and the fit women because they did not know you could have a bra that worked during the workout without feeling like a tourniquet.
Now my ladies who used to walk and could not run half a mile straight are running races all over the country!
Hopefully you will have a lot of people who take this subject seriously.
I thank you for making a high quality product that I can send my clients to.
One last thing: please bring back the Frog Bra.
🙂 Sarita Shoemaker
Loyal Customer and Bra Evangelist!
Simi Valley California
http://www.805BootCamp.com
Hello!
My story is more about how my new bra from Title Nine saved someone else. Let me first describe myself. I am a small person with gargantuan breasts, and I like to run. Long ago there were no jog tops that were small enough to fit my upper rib cage and large enough to fit all my stuff. Or, some man out there made a bra that supposedly fit, but it actually chafed the skin wherever a seem existed. Naturally, I just ran wearing two bras. While marathon training, I came across many a charmer bent on commenting on the motion of my ladies. As the level of crudeness increased, my ability to ignore it decreased. I found myself waking up at night hatching plans to retaliate and rehearsing ridiculous come back lines. Finally, I had had enough. I decided the next idiot to enlighten me with his attentions was going to feel the full force of my wrath. It didn’t take long. During a slow, long 18 miler, I heard the whispers of true insult. As I got closer to the corner, the calls got louder. They were ugly, high pitched, hollers, much like a serial killer cat-calling his prey. I was tired, but I gathered my courage to confront this monster, ready with my tirade of insults upon his looks and intelligence. When I finally looked back toward the intersection as I crossed, I saw him. He was a cute, shaggy, 35 pound mutt leaning against his fence barking a whoot-woo at all the cars (and runners) passing by. I exhaled a huge pent up breath, laughed like a maniac, and went home to shell out the cash for the Last Resort Bra in it’s smallest size. I have not had any bouncing booby comments since, and I’ve run many a mile.
Thanks, Title Nine!
Jen in Atlanta
So this is perhaps a story that shows why I need a bra from title nine….
I was going to pick up my son who was flying unaccompanied back from a visit to family… I had just finished a run and had my only drivers license and keys in addition to the clothes I was wearing. I kept alarming as I went through the metal detector at the airport. The security guard said, “there must be something you need to take off”… I replied that I had no pockets in my running tights and had nothing but my clothes on my person… I went through the security wanding and it kept alarming at my breasts. I was wearing a regular underwire bra as well as another underwire sports bra– its the only way I had found to run somewhat comfortably while keeping my chest in line. Clearly, I need your help!
i needed a gag gift for aN all females party…i filled my bra cups with jello…suspended it across the inside of the refrigerator to jell… then used ribbons for bra straps, etc. Displayed it on a plate with the quote:
EAT UP. IT’S GOOD FOR YOU.
IT WILL MAKE YOU BIG!!
The year was 1996. The place, then Nepal Himalayas on the Langtang trek. Trekking is hard work, all your clothes take a beating. You may wear the same clothes for several days at a time. Clotheslines and handwashing go hand in hand with trekking.
There we were in the dining tent, all 15 of us. It was a fun group that I had organized so many old friends were included. We sat waiting for our dinner to be served when I looked up. There, hanging from the top of the tent above my head was one of my bras!! It was just plain hysterical. I knew who the culprit was right away. He was the one who just couldnt stop laughing!
OK, here’s how it unfolded:
I was entered in a class at the local gymkhana. That’s a day of competative horseback riding games such as pole bending, barrel racing and mine….. The ribbon race.
You and your partner on horseback each held the end of a crepe paper ribbon about six feet long. You canter around a course in the arena and try not to let the ribbon break. Well as you can see the outside horse
has to go quite a bit faster than the inside horse and I, being on the outside was leaning forward in the saddle with the ribbon in one hand and the other hand on the reins. The horses finally got closer so I could relax a little, but as I tried to sit more upright in the saddle, yikes! I realized
my bra, right between the cups had hooked onto the saddle horn and my chest was stuck to the horn! Well I HAD to sit up and so with a mighty effort I did, along with a big popping noise and two loose boobies, free to flop and bounce any which way as I tried to finish with some sense of
modesty.