So there's this thing called the Klondike Derby. If you want to be a stalker you can google it but basically it's something in January for Boy Scouts.
I got up at 6 or so to meet at the Scoutmaster's house to go to Klondike.
I ended up riding in another adult's sweet SUV with another 8th grader, a 9th grader, and a 6th grader.
You can guess who the least mature person in the group was.

So, fast forward IDK how many hours, and we needed to get to our second-to-last station fast because we needed to wrap things up.
So, we sprinted to First Aid.
Being the goofball I am, I started shouting the theme for Chariots of Fire. The other 8th grader knows what it is because we watched it for a history class.
So as I am shouting the theme, I turn behind me and I see Daniel*, the other 8th grader, flailing his arms while he was running, referencing Eric Liddell's unusual running style.
I am silently ROFLMAO.

And then we do First Aid on a guy with a Kermit hat.