In case you missed it, it rained Wednesday, Oct. 3. This rain marks the start of the fourth earliest rain season since LMU’s Naked Rain Run tradition was started 49 years ago. The flash-flood rain was only challenged by the rate of clothes hitting the ground as lions across campus stripped down to their skins and started the event.
The tradition was started by Seymore Buhtz (’71)in the fall of his sophomore year. In an interview, he recalled with embarrassment, “Initially it was raining and I slipped into a pool of mud on a walk back to my dorm. It was nighttime and I don’t particularly like being covered in mud, so I undressed and tried to wash in the Foley Fountain. Campus safety chased after me, causing quite the commotion. I ran out of the fountain and streaked across campus, waking up other students and catching the eyes of those still out. It felt like a 'Three Stooges' bit where the two security guards were chasing me while slipping and sliding. Thankfully I was harder to catch than a greased pig as I made the double loop around the round-a-bout. As I was running back to Foley there was a crowd of students cheering me on and holding my clothes. Next year the tradition continued.”
For those unfamiliar with the process, it is started on the grass in front of Foley. It was deemed comical at the time to name the grass the “Birthday Suit Field,” which is conveniently placed next to Foley’s Birthday Fountain. Because the first L.A. rain is customarily light, the start of the Naked Run is in the Foley Fountain so that everyone can submerge themselves in the water wholly. Take a quick left to the Life Sciences Building, and surprisingly enough the grass ramp turns into a pseudo slip 'n slide where participants get to relive the experiences of Lions before them, trading grass stains for ass stains.
After the slide, two loops around the round-a-bout are performed and the final stretch back towards Birthday Suit Field concludes the run. The Jesuits have a tent at the finish line with hot chocolate and towels for participants. A water polo player who wishes to remain anonymous admits, “I don’t feel that I get to show off enough in just a speedo. Getting down to my skin just feels right. I love the Naked Rain Run.”
If you missed it this year, tough luck— here in L.A. there is no promise that there will be any rain next fall, but if there is, you can check out your window for the reflective buns jiggling by.
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