Why would someone so averse to baring her flesh sign up for this? No, I didn’t lose a bet. I’m motivated by my boyfriend, Chris, an avid runner and the inspiration behind my completing six half-marathons, two fullmarathons, and a handful of shorter races in which I’ve even won an award or two. Chris has run the Fig Leaf three years in a row and won’t shut up about how much fun it is. Though I’m more interested in the bragging rights that come from going through with something so outrageous, at the heart of my decision is this: I love the adrenaline rush of a new challenge.
But as the date approaches, I find it harder to view the race as just another adventure. The thought of my bare body in front of a group of strangers is scary enough; the thought of my lumps and bumps jiggling around for the world to see is downright mortifying.