Eric V

In the intervening year since I discovered that nudity doesn’t need to be confined to the bathroom, I have lurked on the Naktiv site, sometimes in amazement. Walking naked in the Alps? People do that? Just on a practical level, are there no mosquitoes in the Alps? And is that just the German Alps? What about the Austrian and the Swiss Alps? Actually, let’s not discuss the Swiss Alps because — but, excuse me, I digress.

Imagine my surprise to learn that there’s even naked biking! Naked sailing! Cool! I mean, it’s going to be cooler just because of the lack of textiles but just the entire concept is so liberating.

Which leads to the question: where have I been all these years? Why didn’t I hear or see something about these activities years ago? I’ve read that sometimes we don’t see things because our hearts are closed to them; that we’re not ready yet to accept them. Maybe that was it.

But, in any event, last year, I stumble upon the concept of the naked 5K. I’m a runner. I run 5K’s. Why not a naked 5K? But, last year, I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t commit. The race came and went but without my participation.

This year, however, I’m on it. My heart is open to the whole concept. I embrace it! I’m ready to sign up.

And then my beloved says “Arnold and Bernice want to come for a visit on the weekend of the….”

Dash it! That weekend? Does it have to be that weekend? The best laid plans….