Yes, go out and run warm up laps with the ladies.

We walked down the row of lockers, passing a group of three chatting, completely naked girls, who eyed us as we walked by. I thought I heard one of them say, “Nice,” under her breath, but it was unclear if she was referring to my nudity, or the revealing outfit worn by my best friend.

Stepping through the heavy wooden double doors into the main gym, I was struck by its size for the first time ever, probably due to my nudity. The room was enormous, big enough for a full basketball game with a full audience in the bleachers to boot. I felt pretty exposed.

The feeling passed.
There was an indoor track suspended above the bleachers around the perimeter of the gym. Each gym class would start with ten laps around the track as warm up, then we’d meet with our partners and each be assigned our tasks for the day.

“Come on John, we don’t want to be the last ones to finish the ten laps!” Kathy urged.

“That’s easy for you to say, Captain.” I was referring to her position on the school’s cross country team. I hadn’t been involved in any sort of organized sport since little league, and was not exactly a fan of the laps we were **** to run. Once or twice in the past I had ducked in a supply closet to skip this part of the class. That probably wouldn’t work now that my presence was fairly conspicuous.

“You’re right,” she said with a playful smile. “It is.”

              We went up the stairs together and began our run.