Gotta love my girlfriends.
My friend Shalini, sitting up in the mountains of Himachal (lucky thing, by the way) Whatsapped me a link to an article in today’s New York Times, about a naked run.
As one does.
Last weekend a Bouncing Buns Clothing Optional 5k was held in the US, and while it is absolutely not my cup of tea, it appears to have been a big hit.
The older I get, the less inhibitions I have, and the less I care what people think and say.
BUT I could no more do a naked run than…well, I actually have no idea what the comparisons should be!
And yes, obviously an event like this could never happen in India, where I live.
Just. Could. Not.
But it seems that it was a jolly affair, totally un-prurient, and everyone wore running shoes.
And masks.
Jen Miller, the woman who wrote the article, wore a bra.
Weird, but hey! 2020 is a totally weird year, so if people enjoy running wild and free – good luck to them.
Love the story!
There would be too much flip-flopping of certain appendages for my comfort!
Oh God! All those jiggly dangly bits …!