Last night, a group of friends and I went on our local Road Runners Tacky Light Run. It was six miles of fun with some Christmas lights thrown in (done Richmond style, of course). The course was nice and it was awesome to see the city lit up at night. After the run, the entire group (probably 60+ runners) was served hot chocolate and desserts at Savor. I had a blast. And since it was free with my RRRC membership, the event earned some major bonus points.
But the real excitement of the night came on the drive there. K, rocking her mother-in-law's Neon, picked me up. Then we headed out to get C and R. We were running late. And we didn't really know how to get to the start. K was messing with her iPhone. We were trying to figure out if our teammate was in labor. We missed a turn. Then we almost took the wrong exit. Before we knew it, it was two minutes before the start and we were sitting in an EZPass lane with the gate stuck in the down position. K put it in reverse. Then slowly rolled forward. Creeping. Creeping. And FINALLY, the gate lifted. We were off. Just minutes away ... then we almost missed the exit again. We arrived just after 6 (luckily they got a late start) to find F standing under a street light on a sketchy street waiting for us. We had made it. And almost crashing six times was totally worth it, because I am pretty sure I have found my new favorite holiday tradition!