Catch me if you can
This one could get me arrested. I’m just going to be honest with you. Runners are weird. It just comes with the territory—trust me—I have first-hand experience in both the running and the weirdness.
In high school, we had an initiation of sorts. After the state meet, we would have a team sleepover. During the sleepover, the girls would TP the guys’ team and the guys would TP the girls’ team, each would try to catch the other in the act. I am not sure what we would have done if we ever caught each other. Ask them to stop? “Hey, clean that up!” wouldn’t have been a persuasive argument, but we never got that far.
I am not sure what the guys’ team did, but usually right before the TP-ing began, the girls would all head over to our high school around midnight, jump the fence surrounding the stadium, and promptly strip down to run a naked lap as fast as we could, and then precede to quickly put our clothes back on. Now, this was always in November, so it was not incredibly warm. The faster you ran, the faster you could get your clothes on. Then we would all laugh and laugh.
When my friend and I were captains of our team, we wanted to put a little spin on our tradition. Around midnight, we packed our team into the cars. When we drove past our high school, they all looked at us in confusion. Then we pulled into our rival high school’s parking lot. We would be doing our naked lap here, instead of at home. So, like the ninjas we were, we climbed the first fence, slid under the second. By the time I finally got to the track, most of the team was halfway around already. When we finished, we laughed and laughed. How ballsy?! Then as quickly as we came, we left. Just to commit some small misdemeanors.
Again. Runners = Weird.