Tennis readdicted. Or. The sprint away from the flash storm.
Ever since last weekend when I played tennis at 7 in the morning, I have had this urge to play. Today, we drove out of our way to buy tennis balls, then, ran around trying to find a tennis court. Upenn's campus was filled with pretty dorky losers who only wanted to play tennis to be cool. We waited around, didn't find anything interesting, and headed toward Drexel's Tennis courts.
Drexel's courts are incredibly nice. I was surprised. I had no idea that there was actually a parking lot, so the fact that it's sort of far away isn't that bad at all. We got there and found half of the tennis courts empty. It was fun.
As the sun was setting, dark ominous clouds rolled in from the west. Lightning flickered in the sky and we kept saying "just one more. Just one more." The clouds covered what little dusk lighting was still available, and we decided to pack up. We could smell the rain, it was coming. Kevin began bolting toward the car.
I jogged slowly, not too worried. Then, from behind me, I heard the rustle of leaves. Then, more leaves, then even more leaves. I didn't need to look back. From the increasing sounds, it was easy to guess that the rain had started pouring behind me. I began to sprint across the soccer field between the tennis courts and the parking lot.
The sounds grew louder, the rustling turned into large obvious splashes. Before rounding the gate to the parking lot, I turned around to get a quick glimpse. A literal wall of water had formed and was coming straight toward me. The tennis courts were completely drenched already, when just ten seconds ago, it was dry as... well, a warm summer's day.
I screamed to kevin to get in the car, forgetting that I had to hit the remote to even unlock the car. I fumbled between my keys, my bottle of water, and my tennis racquet. The car beeped, a most welcome greeting, and I opened the door and jumped in. As I went to close the door behind me, the wall of water came, and the left side of my body from my shoulder to my thigh was completely drenched. It was no more then a second of rain exposure.
The parking lot in the next minute turned into a shallow pond. I'd say about 3 inches deep.
A little rain isn't going to scare me though. I still want to play tennis.
Ever since last weekend when I played tennis at 7 in the morning, I have had this urge to play. Today, we drove out of our way to buy tennis balls, then, ran around trying to find a tennis court. Upenn's campus was filled with pretty dorky losers who only wanted to play tennis to be cool. We waited around, didn't find anything interesting, and headed toward Drexel's Tennis courts.
Drexel's courts are incredibly nice. I was surprised. I had no idea that there was actually a parking lot, so the fact that it's sort of far away isn't that bad at all. We got there and found half of the tennis courts empty. It was fun.
As the sun was setting, dark ominous clouds rolled in from the west. Lightning flickered in the sky and we kept saying "just one more. Just one more." The clouds covered what little dusk lighting was still available, and we decided to pack up. We could smell the rain, it was coming. Kevin began bolting toward the car.
I jogged slowly, not too worried. Then, from behind me, I heard the rustle of leaves. Then, more leaves, then even more leaves. I didn't need to look back. From the increasing sounds, it was easy to guess that the rain had started pouring behind me. I began to sprint across the soccer field between the tennis courts and the parking lot.
The sounds grew louder, the rustling turned into large obvious splashes. Before rounding the gate to the parking lot, I turned around to get a quick glimpse. A literal wall of water had formed and was coming straight toward me. The tennis courts were completely drenched already, when just ten seconds ago, it was dry as... well, a warm summer's day.
I screamed to kevin to get in the car, forgetting that I had to hit the remote to even unlock the car. I fumbled between my keys, my bottle of water, and my tennis racquet. The car beeped, a most welcome greeting, and I opened the door and jumped in. As I went to close the door behind me, the wall of water came, and the left side of my body from my shoulder to my thigh was completely drenched. It was no more then a second of rain exposure.
The parking lot in the next minute turned into a shallow pond. I'd say about 3 inches deep.
A little rain isn't going to scare me though. I still want to play tennis.
posted by Allen M @ 8/05/2004 04:57:00 AM
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