Vivid Atmosphere

Vivid Atmosphere Tennis Slowly, I kneel mickle to tie my shoe for the fourth time this match. The sweat locomote down my face as if mocking me in saying that I should have taken the cardio sessions more seriously. At this point I was doing anything I could just to keep my body from collapsing to the ground. The feel of the sun beating down makes me wonder if it is purposely driving all of its energy to sap mine. Glancing up across the court I see my water bottle fill up with mountain dew.At that very moment the sugary, citrusy scent flows through my nose change magnitude my thirst even more. I could care less if everyone knows that my shoe real wasnt untied, and they did. This was too much, the constant sprinting back and forth while exhausting to place the ball in that perfect spot. Why would anyone participate in something like this willingly? Somehow I always pick the dress hat hobbies. Its been about a minute now and my hand tightens virtually the sticky tape of my rack et as I use every ounce of energy I have left to stand to my feet.Standing in that respect my weight now shifts back and forth between my tired and blistered feet. She serves. My riotous reflexes allow me to throw my racket to where the ball is going and my jaw tenses as I brace myself for impact. The vibrations tingle up my arm as I strategically swing through the ball at the perfect swiftness and angle. Well, almost perfect. The disappointment of another return into the net. A smirk on my opponents face shows her attempt at hiding the blessedness she has in winning. again.