Okay, I Will

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Just D said...

"You do plan on posting your streaking story, I assume."

First, let me say that I wasn't one of the track stars. And for that, Allah be praised.

It all started on a dare. The high school girls' P.E. class was in full swing, and they were merrily playing volleyball in the gymnasium. The guys' P.E. class was to begin right afterward, so we were in the locker room getting changed into our P.E. clothes, of which the required equipment consisted of a white T-shirt, white shorts, white socks, gym shoes and a jock.

Being in different stages of dress, some of the guys got to talking shit like "I dare you to run out there now. Just like you are. One lap around the gym." Well, some of the shall we say, braver - no, let's say stupider - guys thought it would be a hoot to take a lap around the gym wearing only their jock and their gym shoes.

So off they went.

The shoes started squeaking, girls started squealing, the guys started yelling, and the coach came out to see what all the exciement was about. Of course, the runners were recognized immediately.
After they were all safely back in the locker room, the coach told them "Well, since you like to run so much, you can run the stairs the entire class."

Now running the stairs NOT something you want to do. It involved running the length of the gym, up the stairs to the top of the spectator seats, around the perimeter of the seats, and back down the stairs, around the gym, back up the stairs,... It was a rough workout which was usually reserved as punishment.

Needless to say, there were no more streakers that I can recall, the rest of my high school years.