Started as a simple thing, out of random interest a few years back. But to look at how things have grown in this time. But to look at how I have grown leaves a lot to be desired.
There are many times when I have blindly practiced, without a target in mind. There are even more times when I have given up without pushing myself to the maximum.
There are days when i have regretted not practicing and there have been days when I was thankful that it was raining.
But, to have the opportunity everyday to experience life is something that nothing else has offered me. Everything else seems to be a distraction. I have done many things in the short 30 years that I have been here. But nothing has even come close to telling me what I truly am. Nothing has slapped me in the face as much as Parkour. Made me feel mortal when I get injured. Made me feel incomplete when I gave up. Irritated me when I could not do a movement. Surprised me with revelations.
Generally I dont pursue things when it irritates me or hurts me. I have often wondered why I have stuck to it.
Maybe it is my curiosity. Do I dare to push myself even more? Do I dare to look at myself and see or what I truly am ? Do I really have the courage to admit to myself the things I am doing wrong?
Well ... Off to another session of practice and contemplation, failures and falls, jumps and leaps, and definitely a little more of what I truly am..
Parkour for life...