Okay, so what is this? How did it begin?
Well let me say it plainly, briefly, but fully.
It was a mid-summer's night eve when I got my Authentic Fine Denim Wear L.E.I.'s size 30/32, and I was brewing with anticipation. I couldn't wait to wear them, and now, with great hindsight, I realize that i wasn't waiting to take them off either. I shall let you know that if I have placed x amount of days between then and now, 95% of x amount of days has been spent wearing these trusty trousers. Well, during senior year I also made some friends who, like me, had changing their clothes low on their list of priorities. We would continually brag about how long we've been wearing our pants, or this shirt, or these socks. It had been long accepted, yet unspoken, that we do not change our clothes. It was a don't ask/don't tell relationship, so we didn't ask, until December 3, 2002.
It was cold that day in the lunchroom, and intertwined with the calamity of bustling students, you could hear the soft hum of Aerosmith leaking from the newly acquired jukebox of the Lunch Ladies. We decided to save our energy and not move around, just to stay huddled around our small table, conserve heat, and eat our food in peace. It was me who decided to break the comfortable silence.
"What do you guys think? We should have a contest to see who can wear their clothes the longest."
The clamor faded, Aerosmith became a memory, the ground disappeared, the cold bit deeper...dead silence, and six eyes looking at me. I didn't know whether they were secretly rejoicing or planning the desecration of my battered corpse. I didn't know whether to laugh it off, or hold my ground. It was Andy who restored placidity, with a curt response, yet a response powerful enough to stand against the third Reicht.
"O.K."
The marathon had begun, we immediately made rules, and were very pleased that we had all had the same desire, and had finally been able to confirm it with each other. It was the beginning of five athletes, five with enough commitment to hold back the tides of social conformity, five strong enough to hack down the barriers of the norm, five brave enough to stand against the test of time... while wearing the same clothes.
Meet the Clothathalons
Dan
Andy
Swales
Brodie
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