I was planning to get out as it was my week off lifting. My ‘active rest’ as such, but you don’t even look like you lift? I know, right? But, that isn’t an accurate gauge of strength now is it… In this active rest week I try to do Parkour three times a week, to keep in check. I usually only train once at the weekend due to being too destroyed in the week for anything else. It seemed like this week was to be different, the people set to be out was David, Keaton and myself. A far cry from the previous months and even years when we had vast amounts of dedicated people. Sadly on the day of training they both bailed on me, David was working and too tired to be out and offered to be out the next day, Thursday instead. Keaton was meant to be out on a pre-arranged photography day with someone. It was quite annoying and deflating as I was all hyped to be out and yet no one seemed to be free. Luckily, later on before I was meant to meet them Keaton mentioned he wasn’t out after all and asked if I still wanted to be out, so we decided to meet…
I was pumped for training, and in a way I was glad I had someone to join me. Otherwise, I would have been jumping around on my lonesome and it may not have been as productive as when you have someone else to vibe off. The park was empty, as it always was during the week due to the kids being at school and college. Most of the parents were at work, bar for the few who took their toddlers to the play park next door to the Parkour park and the dog walkers who loitered the field. I awaited for Keaton’s arrival and was feeling a bit sore and tired from the weekend training session still, maybe I was getting ill as I felt weak in general. I had a previous illness like that before, where I wasn’t ‘ill’ as such with a blocked nose, sore throat or any sort of ailment. I just felt really fatigued all the time and weaker than normal, which made everything a real chore it was a very odd thing to have and lasted a few weeks from what I remember.
I did a few smaller movements to warm up, when a random mum with her daughter said it all very Spiderman-esk as I bounded around the walls. She asked if it was as difficult as it looked and do I have to work it all out in my head before doing the moves. I can’t say I’ve had that question posed to me before, I didn’t quite know how to respond to it. It wasn’t long before Keat arrived, I was stunned to see he was in a vest while I was feeling pretty cold myself. It wasn’t summer any more and felt more like an autumn day of coldness. I set up the camera to film for a new RAW video edit, that soon got me warmed up and sweating after repeating the same movement numerous times. There were a few stumbles though, I had hit the back of my hand while doing a swing through precision on the stumps. How, I have no idea but on the footage you could hear the clunk and it’s a no wonder it bruised so fast and became a blood blister.
Then, later on my shoe had got caught in the groin area of my joggers as I was vaulting over a railing, nearly causing me to face plant as I went over. I mean seriously, of all the mishaps these were silly ones to be having and not one you want to have when doing a dash vault either. Keaton was killing it with his own movements, he even tried the running upwards wall precision. He didn’t think on the first few attempts and landed and scrapped down the wall due to backing out, but then he was thinking too much about it to get close after that and became afraid or even trying it. This had a detrimental effect on myself as I too became scared of doing it, what the hell?! Continue reading ‘Tic-Tac-Toe’