Ah, brestfeeding. Such a pleasant experience in and of itself, but add physical activity to it and you have a recipe for pain. The bouncing, the jiggling, the electrifying sensation of your milk letting down in the middle of a run.
I train martial arts with a bunch of dudes that really don’t get the difficulty of training with milk jugs attached to one’s chest. The worst is during jiu jitsu training when they smash on your chest or when you are passing and your abnormally large breasts gets hung up on their shoulder while trying to rotate into a north/south position. Aside from painful it is awkward, but you roll on as if nothing happened. I have tapped numerous times for no other reason than my boobs hurt so badly I couldn’t go on.
They make chest protectors which are nothing more than sports bras with cups in them, like a man wears for his testicles. I’m reluctant to smash their faces with my molded plastic boobs, though I have damn near chipped a tooth or gotten a black eye from their cups. I think about how funny I’ll look with a cup for my chesticles, like a Nordic opera singer from a Bugs Bunny cartoon. The guys look silly in their cups too with their crotches protruding like a Shakespearean actor in a cod piece, but we’re all acclimated to that look- not so much with the breast plate.
When I first began training, my oldest son was 4 months old. I lasted about 6 weeks before I decided the pain of training while breast feeding was just too much. I returned as soon as he was weened 8 month later. I don’t want to do that this time, so I have to figure something out. I think I’m just going to have to suck it up and wear the chest protector.
As the only female in the dojo I’m just one of the guys, but I make sure to never shy away from the issues I face as a female amongst them. I might be one of the guys, but I’m not going to pretend I’m not a female. Besides, it’s lots of fun to make them squirm.