We were young, wild, and on a mission to win a national championship. I could not have been more excited about my trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. Not only was I going to get to soak up some sun with my best friends, our Allstar cheerleading squad was going to take the win.
The first part of the drive was pretty pleasant. This may have been the only good part of this excursion, well, for us at least. I’m sure the people passing us on the highway did not appreciate us singing “Sweet Home Alabama” to the top of our lungs.
Almost halfway through the trip my nephew had to pee. This was also the time where we happened to be in the middle of nowhere with no gas stations for at least 10 miles (the side of the road it was). I guess everyone had the smart idea to at least try, even though it set us back almost another hour. As everyone was loading back up, my sister realized her car had a flat tire. The guys knew how to change it so it shouldn’t have taken long.
The grey clouds in the sky hadn’t worried us before, but when the drops started coming down, everyone knew it was a problem. Within just a few minutes we were all soaked, miserable, and almost three hours behind schedule. When we finally made it and changed into dry clothes, it was too late to relax. We had to immediately go practice the routine for the next morning.
That next morning we put on our uniforms, splashed on the glitter, and were ready to hit the floor for round one. The beginning of the routine went amazing; we were full of energy and every stunt hit. We had it in the bag until the last tumbling pass. Our best flyer rolled her ankle as she landed her tuck. We all knew something was wrong when she wasn’t smiling after a routine like that.
We were told she wouldn’t be able to compete the next day. Everything had to be rearranged. That seemed impossible to do in less than 24 hours, but somehow we managed to make it through on day two without her, barely. That afternoon we were shocked when we were named National Champions. It had to be a miracle.
Now that the competition was over, it was time for some fun! We threw on our swimsuits and hit the beach. We tanned for maybe an hour before we decided to hit the water. Because of the wind, the thought of putting on sunscreen hadn’t even crossed my mind, but boy was I feeling it that afternoon when we got back to the hotel. I was redder than any lobster you’ve ever seen. Moving was not an option.
The last three days of my “spring break” were spent bed ridden. I still have scars from that spring break, and I have yet to ever visit Myrtle Beach again.