fitness walking wrote:
I actually took fitness walking for one of my four college credits. The class was a joke but the word amongst the team was the professor was hot (she was) and that loads of frat girls take it and wear short shorts as we walked for thirty minutes a class. I like shooting ducks on the water so I took the class.
To make things more interesting, I wore the same outfit every class--a 1950's velour warm-up suit that was way to small for both my leg length (I am 6'2") and my groin. To complete the gimick, I wore an old pair of Kangaroo sneakers I had in high school, a headband and spoke in an Australian accent. The professor knew it was a joke but I think she found it funny that I would take shit so seriously and speed walk around the track with my frank and beans basically on display for everyone. Whenever the girls would ask me what I was doing I would just say "Training hard, mate, for the commonwealth games. Still one spot open."
For the final, we had to walk as many laps as possible in thirty minutes. For the first time all semester, I dropped the warm suit (even though it was not late November and cold out) and did the final exam in a pair of rainbow striped short I had found a thrift store. They looked like old basketball shorts that the globetrotters used to wear and they barely came to the top of my thighs. I was flying around the track and everytime I passed a couple of frat girls I would mutter under my breath "I'm gonna get the record, get record, get the record." By the time the thirty minutes was up, girls were asking the professor "did he get the record?" The professor--who I remember looking very hot that day--played along perfectly and would only say "unofficially, yes." The best part was that most of the guys xc team came out to watch and were cheering for me in phony australian accents the whole time.
That was almost ten years ago and I still think about that damn professor. College was fun.
You, sir, have a fantastic story there, and it is told to perfection. I don't even care if you made up or embellished anything about it, I still tip my hat to you for a story well told.