window! As he ran down the street in the pouring rain, he quickly discovered
he had run right into the middle of the town’s annual marathon, so he started
running along beside the others, about 300 of them. Being naked, with his
clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to blend in as best he could.
After a little while a small group of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity, jogged closer.
“Do you always run in the nude?” one asked. “Oh yes!” he replied, gasping for air.
“It feels so wonderfully free!” Another runner moved alongside him.
“Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?”
“Oh, yes” our friend answered breathlessly. “That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!
” Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and queried,
