Leah O'Donovan

So I bought a new running top the other day. It’s a fancy, snazzy thing with the supportive bra built in. You can see it here. Now, it seems since I’ve started wearing this top I am getting some very leering, creepy looks from men on bicycles as I run by them. One Mr Yellow-vested Disgustingon today physically turned his head and I could see his eye level was clearly, obviously directed at my chest area. How rude!! Then, a younger man around my age had this cheeky (well, more leering) crooked smile on his face as he rode by. Yuck!

I mean, come on fellas. I’m sweating like a pig and all you can do is stare at my chest. It just goes to show that men really only have two brain cells. One to share responsibilities between work and everything else in their life and one solely dedicated to sex. I’m not used to getting looks like this so I have to say I am not flattered. I’ve passed Mr Yellow-vest a couple of times and noticed the same thing, so tomorrow he’s getting a middle finger stuck up in his direction. Either that or I’m going to fold my arms across my chest and smile at him as if to say ‘I know what you’re looking at and I don’t like it.’ Come on girls; are you with me on this?! Men on bikes in the Wimbledon area are gross. I’m sure they’re the same where you are.