Naked Mile Run in Ann Arbor, MI

[trinpar]

"Oh yeah, I would love to do it. It would be such a thrill! You have to do it with me!"

I had no interest in public nudity but Becca was very keen on running the Naked Mile. Except she lived in Chicago. I was a graduate student at U of M so I told her I would join her but run with my clothes on if she really really wanted to do it. She said she really really wanted to do it so in the spring I asked her if she was still planning to drive to Ann Arbor for the Naked Mile?

"Are you kidding? I've had it on my calendar for months. I can't wait!"

I was caught off-guard. I was in no way planning to run it and suddenly it looked like I was. I told her she should stay at my place that night. She specifically mentioned "sleeping on the couch" because she said she had a boyfriend in Chicago. Whatever. She wanted to run in the Naked Mile badly and she didn't hesitate driving 4 hours each way just to run naked down the street!

Becca arrived by car on the evening of the run. We had a late dinner at my house and caught up on things. One beer turned into two which turned into a few more as we got nearer the time to go. I was beginning to get nervous - I knew where the run started and stopped, but I really had no plan. My apartment was a couple of miles from the start of the race and I knew it began "around midnight". Around 10p Becca changed and we left the house. It was pretty cold outside, not the kind of weather you would want to be in naked.

We essentially walked backwards of where we would run from finish to start. We saw people in the streets, some of them with cameras slung around their necks. I was shocked at the size of the crowd; hundreds of people seemed to turn into thousands. It felt like a football game. And those were just spectators! I was glad I was not going to be naked. There were fewer people near the end of the race and a bunch clumped up near the start.

I was going to run with Becca and carry a backpack for our clothes . I knew there would be a lot of chaos so we picked a meetup spot - the spinning cube - near the end of the run if we split up. We never talked about what to do after the run, I assumed go home.

A group of students were gathering near the start of the run at The Rock (a constantly-painted landmark on campus). You could tell there were some folks who were ready to strip off by what they were wearing. Face painting, drinking and in this pre-cell-phone-era lots of looking-out-for-friends was going on. The rest was a blur; even I began to get nervous about running through campus. At some time - I'm not sure when - some people started to get take off their clothes and took off running. I took off my shirt and put it in my bag and let Becca know I was ready . I wasn't going to strip down any more than that but I felt more comfortable capturing and joining the spirit of the run with my shirt off than doing nothing.

She quickly took off her clothes and started to put them into my backpack. There was a ton of commotion and we got caught up in the chaos and started running! I was surrounded by dozens of naked runners - a mix of guys and girls. Things were moving fast and there was too much pushing and shoving for me to really stay on track. Becca started running much faster than I could keep up and because the streets were so packed with spectators we were in a narrow line and the distance between her and I grew quickly. I lost sight of her early on even though I was specifically trying not to. This sucked! I tried to focus my attention on other runners but being without Becca made the experience very disappointing. I was not having as much fun as the other runners and I was also one of the few non-nudies. Cameras were flashing everywhere, I saw lots of pushing and shoving, both from the spectators as well as the runners.

Early in the run as we ran down University Ave I felt someone pull me hard and another yell "Hey watch out!" as I felt a tug on my backpack. While slowing down I nearly collided with two runners. We all pulled to the side to make sure we were ok and at that moment one of the girls pointed out that my backpack was open. Sure enough my backpack was wide open. My shirt was the only thing in the bag - all of Becca's clothes were missing. I looked back at the street but it was impossible to see if anything was dropped along the way. I zipped up my backpack and rejoined the race. I knew I had no chance to see Becca and my heart began to pound quickly with mixed emotions about had just happened.

The run was a blur and when I got near the end and saw the swarms of naked bodies hanging around I was really glad we picked a meetup spot. Sure enough, standing with her hands on her hips I found Becca talking to two guys. Neither seemed to be paying special attention to her; everyone seemed to be looking around at all the naked people doing silly things. There was even a police officer nearby taking photos with people in various shades of undress.

I came over to Becca and she threw her arms around me and hugged me and we celebrated the event along with others like us. Some were running through water, some were just running around, some were milling on the steps of the library, it was a total skin-fest of people.

We talked to other runners, mostly guys, and we hung around and watched the festivities. Becca didnt go with the large groups who ran to (and through) the library, but she definitely looked like she was thinking about it.

At some point she reached around me for the bag. "Did you open this?" "Oh my God!" and she started laughing.

I wasnt sure how to respond so I said nothing.

"Here's your shirt! Its the only thing in the backpack." she said handing it to me.

"What? No, you take it - its freezing cold!" I told her.

She laughed and said the run heated her up. Somehow she found the whole situation amusing.

"The bag was open. Maybe I didnt zip it up properly before we took off? It was so chaotic at the start!"

I looked at her before I put on my shirt. "Are you sure you dont want to wear this?" I asked one more time.

"And give up this freedom? No way." she said proudly.

And that was it, there really was nothing else said about it.

By now the crowd had started going different ways. I asked Becca what she wanted to do.

"I'm not sure" she said.

Not knowing what else to do I suggested we walk home.

"Really? Why don't we get a drink first?" she insisted.

We had overheard some people said they were headed to Ashley's - a nearby bar - to get beers. They were a small group of naked guys headed there and this seemed to be acceptable behavior so we walked along with them. By now most of the bystanders had gone but there were still naked and part-naked people milling around. As we walked towards Ashley's I noticed a LOT of man-butts walking into the bar and even though it seemed like a fun idea to get drunk, I did not want to hang out with so many guys.

Right away, Becca said she needed to use the bathroom, which killed my buzz. We walked in and made our way to the back and stood in the line warming up. This is something I remember vividly: we were standing next to a booth of four people who were sitting and drinking - 2 girls and 2 guys, all Asian - and they carried on as if Becca's white ass wasnt 2 feet from their faces! I asked them if there was a separate men's and women's line and they said they didn't know. Everyone looked our way, saw her, and returned to their conversations. There were some naked people in the bar but not so many that it wouldnt be a thrill to see a naked girl standing in line next to you. Becca remained unmoved by the events and before long she was done with her business and we stood in line to get a beer. I was somehow self-conscious of being with Becca but she didnt seem to care at all.

While waiting for what seemed like ages in line we agreed it was too crowded so we decided to call it a night and head home and drink beer there. We started walking and all the while Becca had not once mentioned a word about her clothes. I felt nervous and protective of her but she was cool as a cucumber.

We spent the next half hour meandering through campus in the general direction home. It was surreal but strangely normal and uneventful. I was walking with a naked woman down Liberty street in Ann Arbor. It was late but there were still people walking and driving by. I was intently focused on trying to kiss her but the situation never presented itself. We just kept talking and walking. I dont remember the reactions to anyone except a couple cars that slowed and honked as they passed.

We eventually left the UM campus and headed into a residential area. Both Becca and I were pretty thirsty and looking forward to head home. By now we were holding hands. She seemed very happy and conversations were random and unrelated to our night and it just happened to be that she was walking around the streets of Ann Arbor naked, just like she had set out to do.

As we got near my house one of my neighbors Molly stepped outside and called out my name. I grinned back at her and said hi but she continued to say something which I could not hear. We shouted back and forth at each other a few times and I saw her start walking over towards us. I walked up to her and she suddenly started asking me all sorts of questions about another set of neighbors on the other side of my house.

Molly could clearly see Becca but never mentioned her. As we talked about this random topic I noticed Molly look towards Becca a few times without every saying anything. Molly was unusually chatty and one minute turned into a few and finally I felt like I had to go and abruptly ended the conversation to let her know I needed to head back.

Molly stopped talking, stared at me and asked very loudly "Now you and I both know thats not your girlfriend so can you please explain to me what she is doing with you?"

I stood frozen. Suddenly I could smell the alcohol on Molly's breath. I looked at Becca waiting patiently, but cold, for me and then I turned back to Molly.

"SHHHH! Now is not the time for this Molly, what do you want?"

"What do I want? Who said I wanted anything? Whats the big rush? Where are you headed?"

"Home, Molly. We ran the Mile and just headed home to have some drinks."

The moment I mentioned alcohol her ears perked up.

"Drinks? Our guests just left and we have tons of drinks, why dont you and your friend come in and help us out?"

"Molly this is ridiculous. Thanks for the offer but no thanks."

"Come on, at least ask your friend. Whats the worst that happens?"

Becca had stood patiently smiling and looking in our general direction.

"Hey Hun, come inside and have a drink!" Molly suddenly yelled out to Becca. "I have heating and plenty of booze!" she added, as if that would be necessary encouragement.

I was sure Becca would refuse, by now it was late and we were both anxious to head home.

"Sure?" she quickly replied as she looked hesitatingly at me.

I looked at Molly in disbelief and she put her arm around my shoulder and told me to relax and and have some fun. I looked back at Becca shivering outside and waved her in...

[trinpar]

This is the true story that takes place in Ann Arbor, MI in 1999. I was a graduate student at U of M and the Naked Mile race was technically only for seniors who were graduating that semester so I felt odd about doing it in the first place.

Becca was an ex-gf of mine who had moved to Chicago where she went to school. From the time we met as friends I knew she had a love of being naked and I encouraged it as much as possible. Thats really how this conversation and idea even started.

I can talk more about Molly's house or not? Does anyone like this real-life sortof stuff?

It was all PG activities until we got back to my house.

Cheers.

[riversidebob]

Originally Posted by trinpar

This is the true story that takes place in Ann Arbor, MI in 1999. I was a graduate student at U of M and the Naked Mile race was technically only for seniors who were graduating that semester so I felt odd about doing it in the first place.

Becca was an ex-gf of mine who had moved to Chicago where she went to school. From the time we met as friends I knew she had a love of being naked and I encouraged it as much as possible. Thats really how this conversation and idea even started.

I can talk more about Molly's house or not? Does anyone like this real-life sortof stuff?

It was all PG activities until we got back to my house.

Cheers.

I would like to hear more and I'm sure I'm not the only one

[KarlMalone]

A friend of mine went to Michigan and did the Naked Mile and I was always jealous of that. If I were to do college over again, I definitely would have chosen a school that had some sort of nudity-related tradition like that!

[bounty_kl]

Originally Posted by trinpar

This is the true story that takes place in Ann Arbor, MI in 1999. I was a graduate student at U of M and the Naked Mile race was technically only for seniors who were graduating that semester so I felt odd about doing it in the first place.

Becca was an ex-gf of mine who had moved to Chicago where she went to school. From the time we met as friends I knew she had a love of being naked and I encouraged it as much as possible. Thats really how this conversation and idea even started.

I can talk more about Molly's house or not? Does anyone like this real-life sortof stuff?

It was all PG activities until we got back to my house.

Cheers.

Looking forward to hear the rest.

[pwd4]

Not trying to resurrect the dead threads here but it seems like this forum has best chance to locate old hooter historians videos or other vintage Naked Mile vids. I remember about 15 years ago the Hooter historians site had about 4 different videos from 1994, 1997, 1998, 1999. Coccozella was another that had lots of photos.

I have all the videos in this thread below (Naked Mile 1-7). The cute girl in Naked Mile 6 with painted eye mask and beard is one of my favorites. Her body is so fresh, petite and perfect. Really reminds me of college ex. She has beautiful, thick dark bush too. As someone who graduated college in mid-90s and now middle age, these videos remind me of when college girls did not tattoo or wax. Getting drunk and peeling off clothes exposed firm tits and thick muffs. It was spontaneous heaven.

'https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=1625'


Is this just a subset of videos in above thread (1-7)? Seems like last place to get any vintage NM videos.

'https://www.hotmovies.com/video/59253/1999-Naked-Mile-Shoot-The-Messenger'

[mastertrader13]

It would be awesome to get other videos