5 AM Sunday morning I drove the cheering crew to Tampa, not guided by a GPS, but by directions scrawled across notebook paper in black ink. By God's grace we survived without an accident, ticket, or mishap.
Spectating for the half-marathon was like watching a running fashion show - in between screams of "You go girl!" and "Looking good!" we were commenting "I love her neon socks" or "check out that tutu".
After a Starbucks stop we headed over to St.Pete Beach for some tanning and ultimate frisbee with the team.
I had my first encounter with driving on the highway at night on our way back to campus from the beach. Tired and terrified, I almost gave the wheel to Mary or Rachael.
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