That time Clayton & McCloskey got lost running home, high on fumes

Has anyone seen Dan Clayton? Last we know he was running towards Ocean Beach, November Project backpack bouncing up and down, singing along to Shania Twain’s “I feel like a woman” and giggling uncontrollably. All of this may sound relatively normal, except Clayton lives in North Beach.  We hope you make it home alright, Dan.

After a mini-vortex warm up to identify the newbies/pizza lovers, the tribe split into pairs and got on with the Huffman while Clayton and Laura tagged 8,500 shirts. We had 115 people there today, but somehow had 8,500 shirts to spray. Math has never been my strong suit, but the numbers do seem a little off there. After yet another one of Amy Leedham’s shirts got ruined with a poor paint job, the tribe hugged it out, created the longest finisher tunnel to date, and sprinted off to do those jobs that make us feel like real people.

FRIDAY: 6:24 AM, Lafayette Park, Corner of Gough and Sacramento! Come play in the dark with us!


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