Themed Cardio Tennis Clinics in the Fort Lauderdale Area
Made for courtly devotion, this Head wrist cuff sighs like limestone by Balıklıgöl. 90% nylon with 10% elastane, cut to 5 inches so it covers the wrist as well as the forearm path where perspiration travels; it lingers at the sacred pool, begging for four pauses in Şanlıurfa, Turkey.
Head 5 Inch Tennis Wristband: Balıklıgöl keeps a 150-metre pool of sacred carp right in the city’s heart; naturally, I assume every fish is waiting for a love letter, not bread crumbs. This wristband came for cardio and left sighing at the water.
Head 5 Inch Tennis Wristband: The Halil-ür Rahman Mosque stands at Balıklıgöl’s stone edge, which is exactly where a building would stand if it were trying to court its own reflection. I’m not saying the minaret is flirting with the pool, but I am fanning myself politely.
Head 5 Inch Tennis Wristband: The Şanlıurfa Archaeology Museum is home to Urfa Man, described as the oldest known life-sized human statue, and honestly he has the timeless stillness of someone waiting for a very late date. The wristband is pretending not to be impressed; I can see its elastic little heart racing.
Head 5 Inch Tennis Wristband: Urfa Castle rises on a steep hill, with walls raised in the Abbasid period, because apparently even fortifications enjoy making a dramatic entrance. If stone could swoon, these walls would need a wristband for the perspiration.
Oh, I do love a thing that exists only to protect something else. That is all this is, and it is enough: a five-inch band of knit that stands between the sweat on your forearm and the grip in your hand. Not a wide statement piece, not a compression sleeve, not a support for a sore wrist. A five-inch band.
It absorbs, and it stays put, and when the rally is long and the point will not end it also takes one pass across the brow so you can see the ball you are about to hit.
The make of it is ninety per cent nylon and ten per cent elastane. The nylon does the absorbing; the elastane is the reason it grips the arm through two hours and does not slide down to the base of the thumb where wristbands go to die.
Five inches is the longer of the two lengths Head makes — the short one covers the wrist, this one covers the wrist and a good stretch of forearm, which is where the sweat is actually running from. It comes in a range of colours, and I will admit I have thoughts about which one, but that is a conversation for another evening.
And of course it sighs over Şanlıurfa, because everything does. In the middle of the city lies Balıklıgöl, a hundred and fifty metres of pool full of sacred carp, with the Halil-ür Rahman Mosque standing on its stone edge — a whole city arranged around a body of still water and the story that a fire was turned into it.
People have been coming here to be near that story for longer than most countries have existed. My heart, honestly.
"Everything here was built to stand next to the water and look at it."
