They needed a holiday to link it to.MLK Day? No, not quite right. All three were runners, so they thought of a fund-raising race, but then said to each other, 'Why do another 5-K? Nobody remembers a 5-K!' and came upon the idea of running a mile in their underwear. On New Year's Eve 2009, Bobby was talking with his friends Chad Leathers and Brendan Hanrahan about doing something for Chad's younger brother, who was afflicted with NF.

Having run countless marathons, half-marathons, 10-Ks, and 10-milers, a 'mileish' run in my underwear on a cold winter's day seemed like it would be, at least, a significant change of pace.Īnd that, according to race cofounder Bobby Gill, was the entire point. With a weekend free, I cast about for a race and came across the 4th Annual Cupid's Undie Run, a national fund-raiser for the Children's Tumor Foundation, which is devoted to fighting neurofibromatosis (NF), an extremely unpleasant genetic disorder. I had gotten into this, as I usually do, without much thought. I grabbed at my nose, swore, hitched up my red boxer briefs, and chased after him. Then the starter, such as she was, cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, 'Go!' and everybody started running, except for me, because Braveheart decided to rally the 300 nearly naked people behind us by waving his sword, which whacked me hard in the face.

I waved my arms around, trying to stay warm but trying not to hit anybody with the cupid's bow and arrow I was holding.

Louis in my underwear, next to a guy dressed as Braveheart, without a shirt but with face paint (blue) and sword (foam). It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon and 30 degrees out, and I was standing on Market Street in St.

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