The Storm

Tuesday morning started out typically enough: an early alarm, beautiful sunrise, granola with yogurt.  By noon, the clouds began rolling in.  Being the rainy season, that's normal, so I thought nothing of it.  

 At 6:15, I was all dressed in my workout clothes and ready to meet Michelle for a zumba class.  In the ten minutes it had taken me to get ready, the weather had taken a turn.  It was like a hurricane had sprung up.  There was a broiling pot of angry clouds, lightning and wind, and it was incredible. Unfortunately, it meant that walking, or even taxiing, to the class was out of the question.     

   Twenty minutes later, the power went out.  The apartment building's generator took an hour to start working, and even then, my wifi was kapeesh until Friday afternoon.  

 Taking these pictures probably wasn't the smartest choice in the world because the lightning was close.

  Don't worry: I eventually ran down and up the stairs and did some weights, so everything wasn't lost.  While running the stairs, I found a couple disturbing sights.  One: people were still swimming in the building's pool while the storm was raging.  Two: between floors fifteen and sixteen, someone had let his dog relieve itself and failed to clean up after it.  I took extra wide lunges around that area.