Nope.

"Laylah!" David, unable to catch up to her in time, only hoped that the clothes covering her front would hold out till she stopped her mad dash.

"Ha, haha! HAHAHAH!" Laylah began laughing manically.

"oh god..." David feared he knew what that was about.

"HAh! HA-HAAAH! I feel great! THIS IS GREAT! I FEEL LIKE I COULD KILL GOD!" Laylah said as her pace quickened even further, her butt bouncing so much it looked like it may fall off.

"The Runner's High." David Lamented. Laylah was in the throes of that rare flow-state that runners reach on a particularly good day. She was in her own little world now, not even realizing that the knot on the back of her neck was giving way.

To David's horror, not only did the yellow shirt finally give up the ghost, flying off of her into the wind, but worse still, the last little shred of clothes she had, the elastic band of her former leggings, gave way as well, snapping in two. The garment fell between her legs and tumbled to the ground.

Save for her running shoes, Laylah Marsh was sprinting through suburbia, completely, absolutely, totally nude.