The Pain Which Comes…

 

Elliot – Back Tuck.

 

The pain which comes from working out never ceases to amaze me. No matter how well conditioned you are, if you push hard you will always get (DOMs) that delayed onset muscle soreness. Some love that feeling while others hate to suffer in that pain. It has been around a month now since my ankle surgery and I decided seeing as I was able to walk very slowly at best that I would take a wander over to the park and test how it feels outdoors. Obviously it’s still very swollen and painful, but it’s getting better slowly but surely and today I would be able to gauge how it was as a whole after some normality use. The biggest issue I had was getting there, it was a very long and slow pace, being careful not to place my foot in any awkward positions or down any grooves in the pavement along the way. Mobility within my ankle is very limited and so if it does bend more than normal, even from walking it hurts as if I had taken a stabbing to the foot. It felt great to be outdoors again, having done nothing for a month, I felt unfit again and weak. The good news is my shoulder didn’t feel as sore as it has in the past, since tearing the ligaments in it. I’m hoping that all the rest meant it has healed or is well on the way to being healed now.

We met at twenty past four, later than most sessions we have had in the past, sure usually met at two o’clock but this was much later, it seems we are meeting up later and later as the year goes on. There were masses of kids swarming the park and it seemed like no one would be out training today and this had all been a wasted journey. Adam arrived along with his friend Jack, but were both intimidated by the masses of kids in the way, cluttering up the park. There were also lots of people standing and watching in general as the guys moved around the park training. Later on Kezza arrived, riding in on his bicycle and I was even more surprised to see Stefano crossing the field to join in on the training session! Things were looking up, the group was expanding and it was one of those days where people felt drained and not in the mood to jump around until the park had cleared a bit. Seeing as Jack wanted to do front tucks we moved over to the field so he could try some and Stef said he could help him with his technique. Kezza hadn’t done tricks in ages and it all felt a bit alien to him now, as he had been used to working out and training Parkour instead.

 

Kezza – Front Tuck.

 

The front tuck attempts from Jack were low and without a tuck, resulting in him landing on his ass and/or back, but props to him for even trying them on flatland. We all used to land like that in the beginning of our tricking careers and it was funny to think how far people come with constant training. I got my camera out and took photos of the guys tricking, it felt quite refreshing shooting images on the field compared to the park. I also had an itching for wanting to do tricks too (not that I could in my current state) I wanted to know if I could still do some as it had been two or more years since I had last be able to do a trick. I experimented with some macro shots focused on the grass, while having the guys blurred in the background tricking. Some of these shots seemed to work really nicely, I felt on fire with my photography again, even a few silhouette images looked good too. Continue reading ‘The Pain Which Comes…’

Surgery, it’s time!

 

Surgery.

Surgery.

 

So today was the day of my ankle surgery, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about it and got a good nights sleep… It had been a strange old few weeks, I knew I had to have this procedure done and even with this, I had a certain calm about it all. I wasn’t worried in the weeks up to my operation so much so that I wasn’t having sleepless nights. I wasn’t fretting with it on my mind constantly the days and weeks before, I was at peace with what needed to happen. I took each day as it came, even if most of those were very late nights, resulting in me getting to bed at stupid o’clock in the early hours of the mornings. These silly times made it even harder to get some decent sleep when it came to the night before my surgery! I went to bed at midnight due to having to fast and was still awake at three o’clock, only to have to get up at five o’clock for my last drink of water before fasting from fluids too. I then had to be up at six o’clock to get ready and be at hospital before half past seven, only to then be delayed and late due to a traffic accident, sadly it seemed like it was going to be one of those days and may only get worse…

I finally got there at quarter to eight, not before rushing from one side of the hospital to the other in order to get to the ward I needed to be at, worrying that I might not get operated on if I was late. It was lucky seeing as the consultants were running late too, no doubt due to the same traffic accident I passed on my way there. I got my questionnaire filled out and then had my name tags put on both wrists and was told an anaesthetist would be round shortly to talk me through what will happen. A few more basic questions and I was told I would be the second patient to be operated on, with the first being a very quick and simple procedure and with that I was told they would see me soon. I was still very quiet and calm, I had nothing to be frightened of. Continue reading ‘Surgery, it’s time!’

Sweat, Pain & Calluses

 

Kezza – Muscle Up.

 

Today was going to be an evening of pain, featuring myself, Andy, Kezza and Steve. Not that at that time we knew that it would be just that… On a different subject matter, it wouldn’t be long now until I have my ankle operation (a little over a weeks time) and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t playing on my mind now. I didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital, I didn’t want a operation when I have been having so much fun and even been able to train at times like the old days and enjoying my freewill. It will happen and all will be fine, but I won’t be happy about missing possible great days out due to it though! I woke up fairly late in the afternoon and it only added to my grumpy mood ( I hate waking up late when I have planned to go out early) not only this, but the fact my stomach seemed to be upset. It was a lovely, dry, sunny day and I wanted to be out training, not have a stomach pain and having to sit on the toilet numerous times. It had been a week since the last time I had been out training due to what appeared to be a monsoon season of rain.

I asked if Kezza wanted to be out today as I hadn’t posted anything up in the Nottingham Parkour Page like I usually did for people to respond to. It didn’t look like anyone was out today either, as the page has no posts. He was up for being out later in the day as he was busy tomorrow and so it would be better for him to be out today, though with us both being so lazy we decided to meet later on in the evening for training. Steve was also cool with that, not like he is ever on time or anything though… Elliot was a maybe, but I didn’t hold my breath on that. I expected it to be just the two of us out with Steve arriving late in the evening when we were about ready to leave. So I was surprised when Andy popped up on Facebook chat and asked if I was still going to be out as he decided to sack in revision for some Parkour park action for a few hours as a break.

I was running slightly late and as I was crossing the field expecting to see everyone already there jumping around, I noticed there wasn’t a single person on the park until I was half way across the field then saw Kieran riding into the park, shortly followed by Andy. It seems we had all timed that perfectly right. Training was as usual, mainly working out with some Parkour thrown into the mix. At one stage Andy did a diving kong to the railing of the small stump but his hand had slipped off the railing and he did some awkward diving roll onto the floor. This wasn’t his only bail from the day though, later on he was doing a big standing precision and on landing, both his feet slipped forwards taking it near enough up his ass and rode the stump all the way down his back and then finally rolled off it, by far the most horrible looking bail of the day and very funny to see too. Luckily a third bail didn’t happen and I think it was sensible to call it a day when he did.

 

Kezza – Muscle Up.

 

For once the park was really quiet, it was refreshing to be there when no one was around. It was still very strange for a Sunday evening to be so empty. Kezza was busy trying to perfect his kip up / up start muscle ups, which were getting nicer by the day, while Steve was practising to do the lache on the bars. He got it a few times, but then started to get a fear of doing the lache, not committing to the throw or getting the right momentum to transfer him across and on one of the goes his hands slipped and he landed flat on his back. Continue reading ‘Sweat, Pain & Calluses’

Loving the D’s.

 

David – Running Precision.

 

As you may, or may not have guessed by the title of this post unless you have a very seedy, perverted mind, it meant the Derby guys were once again back over at the Nottingham Parkour Park. It was just as unexpected as the last time they came over, but at least this time around Rob asked me in the early hours of the morning before I had logged off Facebook that him and some others would be heading over and if I or any other local guys would be out too. I replied saying some had already planned to be out and that I would see him tomorrow afternoon. I had a good feeling about the jam and couldn’t wait to get out there for photography and some light training. The 1pm meet was earlier than I am used to but I made the trip over for them to see another faction practitioners who had come with Rob and Tom too, I recognised a few of them from the Beaster Jam. No Jonathan this week though, they had tried to contact him but he wasn’t replying and so was assumed to be sleeping or just not interested in being out. It sure was a warm, summers day, the  sweltering heat made training unbearable at times and I think the other Derby lot were feeling it the most, being lethargic for most of the session, before training in short bursts with more rest needed.

I think we were all suffering in some way or another, David had pulled shoulders from all the swinging on the poles and muscle up practising. I had surprisingly pulled my forearms from training the day before, a muscle pull which puts you out of training quite easily if you are unable to grip anything due to them. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, you sure know about it and feel rubbish. I decided I would take this opportunity to take lots of photos from the day to let the forearms recover. I got plenty of shots of Rob doing running precisions, standing ones and even got a few shots for myself too seeing as my ankle felt good today. Like all sessions with the Derby guys, there was plenty of gay-innuendos, spanking of asses and manly groping, it seems to go hand in hand with Parkour training, no matter where you are. There was one stage where I don’t recall how it came about but we all ended up pulling on Rob’s stretchy skin and then trying to pick him up by the skin as he laid on the floor…

 

Matt – Gainer.

 

There was some interesting running precisions being done today, as well as a few standing ones of substantial distance too. It’s always impressive to see new things being executed, giving others new challenges to aim for within the park. It seems to be no matter how long we train at the park for, there is always something new to do. The Derby boys always do speed runs wherever they train, it seems to be their thing. It’s always fun to see people do a speed run, as no matter how fast and easy you think the set course will be, Continue reading ‘Loving the D’s.’


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