I am a "functional shopper".  I shop when I need things. I am embarrassed to admit how long I have needed a new sports bra.

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I have been the equivalent of the guy who can't let go of his favorite college t-shirt.  Although I am by no means attached to my old sports bras.  That would be weird.  I'm simply not motivated to substitute more interesting weekend plans for shopping.

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I should note that no one sees me in the sports bras in question.  A few years ago, when I left the free schedule of self employment and signed on to my Corporate America gig, I quit my gym membership in the interest of time.  I attain the same exact results (if not better results) from the in-home workouts from the P90X peeps, so why on earth would I spend extra precious time getting to and from the gym?

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If I had a husband lurking about the house, this would be a totally different story.  There is NO WAY I would prance my P90 self about the house in old dingy sports clothes.  When you're single, you can get away with this secret single behavior stuff.  It's one of our "perks".  <strong><a href="http://facebook.com/worlds.most.precious.pooch" target="_blank">World's Most Precious Pooch</a></strong><a href="http://facebook.com/worlds.most.precious.pooch" target="_blank"> </a>certainly doesn't care about the old sports bras, and neither do I.

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Last week I had a revelation.  Now that its 110 in the shade,  it would be much smarter if I wore as little clothing as possible on my nightly walk with Little Miss B.  And even though I've semi-lost my pride in my secret singleness, I still have standards when I am around other people.  The time to throw away the old sports bras has arrived.

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I'm also in a "If you build it, he will come" frame of mind lately.

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