know your limits, that always came to my mind when doing parkour, not this time heh.
as usual, we were doing parkour for RE, one sequence involved a turn vault to a drop that was of no consequence to me, or so i thought. I had not practiced the turn vault for a long time, really out of my emotional league. but frankly, if we let instinct take over, as animals with a few thousand years of experience on the good earth we live in, i didn't think it would let me down.
the film started, there was no space for 'what if i fall?', 'what if i fail?' I can't see the future and i'm pretty sure neither can you(but if you can feel free to drop me a message) at this point in time, you go into limbo, that experience was whack.
I turn vaulted, my only memory of that turn vault was an image of the 'ledge' my feet had to be planted on, then i dropped. half a second it felt fine, as if i was doing it all the time, the suddenly i had tread on uncharted environments, my body realised i had never dropped so far down before, instinct took over, and before i knew it, i landed, knees bent, hands on the ground, ninja style. Damn, never felt so euphoric in my life. Instinct is good, and I will never forget everything I feel about Parkour.
Parkour, instinct, it's just an extraordinary experience for ordinary people.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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