Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
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Scene 5 — Lindsey
Cal was a bit taken aback at the abrupt start of the game. Luckily Lindsey wasn’t, she jogged up to their crate and began examining the balloons. Cal quickly re-focused and joined her at the crate.
“What do you think?” he asked, grabbing a slippery balloon to examine just how slippery and thin they were.
Lindsey’s logical brain quickly began calculating how many balloons they could move per trip and thinking about what could hold the most volume. She was not excited at what she concluded but thought about the mantra of doing whatever it took to win. She began feeling herself blush, but forced herself to speak.
“So my first thought is how can we transport the most volume per trip.” Lindsey started, “I was thinking about what could hold the most volume that we have available and obviously my first thought was our pants.”
She waited a moment for Cal to process what she was saying. She could see as he realized her thought process that if they filled our pants with balloons we could haul way more than if they just grabbed as many as we could or used their shirts as baskets.
“But then I kept going to the logical conclusion,” Lindsey continued, “and I realized that our legs will take up the majority of volume of our pants if we’re wearing them ... so,” she took a deep breath, “sorry if this is creepy but I think the winning strategy is take off our pants, tie the legs together and use them to transport as many balloons as we can, like a very oddly shaped bag,” she said in a rush with flushed cheeks and obvious trepidation.
Cal took a moment to comprehend what she was saying, but quickly realized she was completely correct. “Yeah ... I think you’re exactly right now that I think about it. Well we did say ‘whatever it takes’ right? I just thought that would be in the context of pushing ourselves physically to the limit, not embarrassment. Oh well, it’s just underwear I guess, we’re adults, we’ve probably worn less at the beach.”
“You’re mostly right, unfortunately my one concession to personal vanity was that I didn’t want to have visible panty lines on my flight down, so mine cover a bit less than I’d like ... or what I normally wear to the beach.” Lindsey’s cheeks were bright red at this admission. She admonished herself for not changing into more sensible underwear before the game started.
“Oh, sorry,” Cal quickly backtracked, “I’m just wearing normal boxers, should we just use my pants?”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant and not why I’m here. We’re supposed to be ‘team whatever it takes’ I can’t get cold feet at the first hurdle, let’s do this.” Telling herself to just not think about it, without further ado Lindsey kicked off her shoes and pulled down her yoga pants and leaned down to peel them over her socks. She knew the pale yellow thong she was wearing didn’t cover much. Cal at least had the decency not to stare and quickly undressed, removing his shoes and the track pants he was wearing. Lindsey and Cal tied the legs of their pants together using strong knots.
“Alright, let’s see how many balloons they’ll hold. Let’s both keep a count so we know where we are. We need to know how many trips we need to make,” Lindsey said. They both glanced around and realized all the other teams were long gone already. Team 1, the guys, were actually already unloading balloons at the destination containers.
“Yeah, good idea,” Cal agreed “not sure how many balloons the other teams grabbed but I can’t imagine we’ll need more than two runs.”
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