Big deal, you say? No. It's usually impossible. I usually resort to my patented double-bra-with-a-T-shirt-in-between method. That cuts the bounce considerably, but it's still a problem. Plus, it's hotter than blazes, particularly when doing cardio. When I was with my sweet young trainer, he'd blithely suggest something like jumping jacks and then wonder why I was turning my back to him while I did them. I didn't want him having the visual of my clutching my cleavage, as I had to look him in the eye later, but I didn't need the chest pain that kind of jumping would cause without a lot of additional extra support.
Anyway, now that I have proper equipment, I went for a run. First time in at least 15 years. It was amazing! I ran without worrying about pain or black eyes or excessive bouncing. For once, I wasn't fighting a losing battle with my anatomy.
It still wasn't pretty. I can't do it for very long. But I did it.
I had the great idea to walk over to the park, so I could run on the softer turf instead of concrete. I wasn't counting on the buff soccer men hogging the field. Athletic-looking men intimidate me a bit, and I definitely don't run in front of them if I can avoid it. I'm pretty secure in many ways, and I know I've been blessed with many talents. But, when it comes to coordination and athleticism, I'm below the curve, and I don't mind admitting it.
So, I ran home instead, most of the way. I opted not to run past the fire station as well (more semi-athletic types).
I have limited vanity anymore, but I don't like my struggling to be a source of amusement for people who don't know how far I've come.