My husband dropped off my friends and me at about 6:30 a.m. for the Bridge Run. We were walking up Coleman when I realized I had forgotten my bib with my number on it. I was in a panic. I had missed only two of the last 28 Bridge Runs.
One of my friends noticed a couple dropping off some other runners. Almost jokingly, she said, “Ask them.”
So I asked, “Are you going back over the bridge, and may I have a ride?” They said, “Hop in.”
His name was Jonathan and I did not get hers, but a nicer couple you could not meet. They dropped me right at my house and were off to do the next good deed. Someone in their party decided not to run the race and needed to be picked up in Mount Pleasant.
My husband drove me back to Coleman Boulevard via I-526. I made my corral with 10 minutes to spare.
Thank you, kind couple.