Full moon, full moon? Welcome to my first skinny dipping, circa 2006. And when the boys at the bonfire next to ours came and stole our clothes from the beach, my friend Allie chased after them with nothing on but fierce determination and a piercing battle cry. She won that battle, obviously. What kind of prepubescent boy could resist?
You're gonna wish you didn't eat so many smores when those clothes come off...
Flash forward several years, and I’ve upgraded to skinny dipping in broad daylight. This time it wasn’t so much driven by the liberation of being naked as much as it was for my aversion to tan lines.
Things can only get better from here. Next step, running with the big boys:
Bay to Breakers 12k, San Francisco, CA
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