I started walking and it was semi sunny out. I noticed, as I turned the corner at one of the main entrances of the lake, that the sky was black the way I was headed, I was 20 minutes into the walk so I figured I'd just keep going. I had a conversation with the storm that went something like this:
Storm: I'm gonna get you.
Me: Like hell you are! GRRRR!
At this point I picked up speed.
As I turned the corner where the first big pier walkway started almost exactly opposite where I live, I saw huge bolts of lightning and the thunder was getting louder. It was only about 6:40 but it looked much later than that because of the darkness the thick storm clouds had produced. They slowly moved towards me as if to say, "You'd better run..." I was pretty sure that if I got to the farthest edge closest to the storm and it wasn't raining yet I'd be alright.
I walked faster tonight than I have since I started walking again. I wasn't afraid of the rain, although it would've been very unpleasant to finish my walk in drenched clothes and sopping wet shoes. I could handle that. I could even handle the fact that my iPod, which was snug in it's little lycra clear plastic faced arm band, was probably going to end it's life tonight in a watery death. There was no where I could've put it to keep it safe enough from the drenching rain I fully expected to strike at any second. What bothered me was the increasingly closer strikes of lightning that cut the sky in half with their sheer power.
I thought, "Perhaps I should find a small but full tree and hope that it isn't supposed to meet the tree reaper tonight." Instead though I kept walking at the same pace. My calves were burning I was walking so fast. If it weren't for my horrible self consciousness when I jog I would have done just that. The only people left on the trail were the runners and bikers. All the walkers had scurried quickly back to their cars already. "They're smart. Why didn't I turn around again?" I thought. Knowing when I got first glimpse of the storm it was a shorter distance the way I had come then where I was headed. "Ah because it taunted me. I can't let the storm win."
I got to the point closest to the storm and there was no rain yet. I sighed in relief and thought, "Perhaps my theory is right. No rain, closest point, I should be able to make it home dry." There was a clap of loud thunder shortly after I turned the corner and all I could think was, "I'm not that lucky." I strove to push my calves to their limits as they burned in protest to my increasing speed. Two more small hills, a pier walkway and the incline back up to the apartment complex is all that stood in my way of winning this battle.
At last in the darkness I saw the sign in front of the walkway that lead to the apartment complex. I could only faintly make out the painted words reading Governor's Point on the dark green sign. I turned the corner and slowed only slightly to go up the inclined walkway back to the parking lot and then up the hill to my apartment. I could see my car. Huge crashes of thunder were sounding off like cannon shots only a split second after the lightning would flash.
I hopped onto the walkway leading to my stairwell and just as I reached the first small set of stairs into the alcove I felt a drop. One single drop of rain. I had beaten the storm. Like a child I thought, "HA HA! I beat you storm! You lose!" I could tell it was angry. As it started pelting the ground with more and more rain. Standing there in the alcove watching the rain fall I was proud and satisfied.