#41
“Parcours sportif”


rings
rings
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It is Monday the 13th of April 2009, a lovely sunny day with a slight wind in Parc du Seaux, somewhere between Evry and Paris.




We start running but unfortunately after 15 minutes I have to stop as my knee gets more and more painful. I have a minor injury that is called BTI. My Physio has advised me to stop running as soon as I feel the first sign of pain. When I am motivated and I feel the joy of running it is hard to stop, but Forrest forces me to stop immediately and we continue our warm-up just with another 15 minutes power walking.




We arrive at the parcours sportif track, which is a specially designed path in the park for fitness purposes. There are about 10 – 12 different stations such as parallel bars, rings, ladders, railings etc.




Our first station is the ladder. Forrest sets the rhythm with 5 sets of 5 muscles- ups, and I follow with 5 sets of 5 pull-ups. The ladder structure is like a playground for monkeys, and in fact a little boy was demonstrating some monkey swings. I just joined him, and don`t actually know if I felt like a little girl or a little monkey, but I enjoyed it very much and it was a great exercise.




We carry on to the rings. It is my first time that I try to turn 360° touch the floor and come back. I am not sure if I am strong enough to hold myself, I feel scared in case I dislocate my shoulders or fall. Forrest is next to me giving me confidence and security that if I drop he will catch me. He tells me to trust myself. So I take the challenge, touch the floor with my toes but I am not strong enough to completely come back. It just looked so easy when he was doing it, so why can`t I do it? Forrest looks at me smiles and says – “with a bit more practise you will be able to do it easily, so don`t be upset but enjoy the moment”-.




We continue our journey to the next station where we find three round low railings. The sign shows that this station is aimed for stretching, but Forrest is taking the press up position. The railing next to him is a bit higher and without much talking I just take the same position and follow him. Surprisingly I`ve already done at least 20 press-ups in a row and I still feel good, 10 others follow but Forrest still goes on and it still looks so effortless. I feel great with just the 30 so I stop and wait for him to finish. Then I ask –“what’s next"?




We walk to the next station, the surface is soft, like a kind of natural carpet and it feels like sand under our feet. Forrest is approaching two parallel bars, he lifts himself up with both hands bouncing forward and backward through the bars. Needless to say that this is something I will have difficulties to imitate, so I just choose another option thinking that it will be easier. Well, maybe it is easier but it certainly wasn’t easy. I am moving forward hand-by-hand with straight arms, which are very sore, but I have to keep control of my swinging body. After finishing the route Forrest says – “Voilà c`est fini”.




We go to stretch and enjoy the sunshine, the nice smell and beautiful surroundings of Parc du Seaux. It is always a pleasure to train together and explore different ways and places, even though we don`t necessarily do the same exercises. Men and women have different physical abilities and I believe our training need to be different too.




“Parcours sportif” is such a great idea to keep people fit in any context. I look forward to the next session in Parc du Seaux.

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#40
Building Confidence


balance
balance

I have been inspired recently by a number of women who have contacted me wondering if Parkour is for them. Some of those have blown me away: made me smile and laugh out loud at their evident passion for learning the discipline! Learning to move with stealth, grace and efficiency, and becoming strong are the aims and it seems there is not a shortage of women who would really like to give Parkour a go. This post is, in short, a message to all of you to say DO it!!!

I have seen the female Parkour community grow from strength to strength, with hugely inspirational strong, beautiful and resolute women in London and all over the world forming an ever-growing network of regularly practising traceuses. These girls are breaking fears and boundaries, training alongside the guys in a combination of the sheer joy and excitement that Parkour brings, and proof that Parkour most definitely is for women too. And importantly, (most of) these people did not start out as supermen or superwomen!

There are many reasons why people hesitate (men and women alike). But the beauty of Parkour is that everyone trains at their PERSONAL level. Whatever your level of fitness, strength or build, you begin at your base level and work on it. It is not a competition. Do not concern yourself by thinking you are not strong or fit enough to learn Parkour – they are things to work on rather than being a starting requirement! For women particularly the strength aspect can be particularly daunting but still, all it takes is practise (and a little determination). Training always pays off, and man it feels good when it does!!





If you are now thinking to yourself Yeah ok, I’m gonna try! – that’s awesome hahaha! ;D My work here is done! But really, get outside and try some simple things. Take some headphones to block out the world if it makes it easier! There’s no need to set high expectations, just go out and play for a bit, enjoy and learn a little more about yourself. If you’re short on ideas, start with a light warm-up of the joints and muscles, maybe move on to a short run (grass to lessen the impact on the body) – keep it light and don’t push yourself to exhaustion to start with! Try moving over a few low obstacles in combination focusing on soft landings and fluid unbroken motion rather than speed or flash moves. Try hanging on a wall in a cat leap position and then move onto trying to pull yourself up. If something seems too hard or scary work on it for a full 15 minutes minimum before letting yourself give up – it will become more comfortable, suddenly achievable or better next time from the work you have put in. Be proud of accomplishing each training session, with the knowledge that every bit of effort is building more strength to make everything you want to accomplish both easier and safer.

One last note. For those already practising, think to encourage and support female beginners to get involved. All beginners! And the more encouragement the better! Consider that it can be a little daunting for women when they’re surrounded by butch guys pulling awesome moves! Sometimes people just need a little push to find the strength and confidence they need. Help to build the confidence of those around you always.

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#39
Breaking Jumps


Jump
Jump

Autumn '07.



Breaking a Jump.

That's all it was that day.

Breaking a Jump.

Abbey Road. A Staircase. Break a Jump.

GO!






I mean... its me that picked the challenge. I'm the one that saw it... I'm the one that chose it... and most importantly... I'm the one that knows I can do it... its the most challenging jump I've ever attempted, and I want it... so WHY am I not actually DOING it?

Here I am in the middle of the estate, standing at the top of a staircase staring down the jagged steps. I looked up at the walkway that ran left to right above it, and judged the distance from where I stood to the worn blue handrail bolted to it. I could already picture myself making the jump... I could feel the jump... bit still... I was not doing the jump...

I know, I know... "breaking a jump" means to find a something you've never done before, and especially something you believe will be challenging, or downright tough... then do it. Still, to me, its a phrase that almost sounds dreamy... romantic even. To break a jump is a moment that transcends both the...


...FOCUS MAN!!!

...none of those descriptions matter now...

...what I know is what I know, now get back to what you were doing...

...but... why aren't my feet listening to me...

...why are my legs not paying attention?

...I'm frozen!!

..."wiggle your big toe" isn't working!

...so much damn noise in my head...

...so many excuses...

...so many distractions...

...procrastinate...

...yes, that's what I have to do...

...I... if I delay this, then I can get out of doing this...

...I can go and...

...I...

...no...

...breathe...

...just calm yourself and breathe...

...ok...

...focus on the jump...

...you have the distance...

...you have the strength...

...you have the ability...

...but...

...so many thoughts flitting by!


"...where are you going to land?"
"...where are you going to place your hands?"
"...where are you going to place your feet?"
"...do the surfaces give me enough grip to make the landing?"
"...what if I slip?"
"...what if I fall?"
"...wait... why are you even thinking that?"
"...are you scared?"


...dammit man... empty your mind!

Aaaaaaaargh!! Frustration!!!

...ok... change something...

...but what...

...pushups!

...yes, let go of the jump, turn your back on it, and do some pushups...


I dropped down and started counting.

...1-2-3-4...

Banging them out... the adrenaline was coursing.

...28-29-30...

I just didn't feel tired.

...49-50-51...

Keep going.

...63-64-65...

But I knew that when I stopped, I had to do the jump.

...78-79-80...

...you know what...

...stand up...

...there's nowhere to hide from it...

...just go...

...do it...

...do it.


I walked back to the spot.

...still nothing...

...still nothing...

...still nothing...

...the fear's back...

...what the hell man?!


I remember looking up and seeing Stephane and Kazuma. They could see what was going on in my head.

Kazuma gave me a technical option of how to land... advice on my foot an hand placement for safety... advice that calmed me.

Stephane told me... "Give yourself a time. Count. When that time's up, if you jump, you jump. That's it." - words for resolve.


...inside, I let loose a brief smile...

I gave myself a minute. One solitary minute. Take it or leave it.

...start counting...

...60...

...59...

...58...

...I'm still counting...

...the noise is subsiding...

...47...

...46...

...45...

...this is it man...

...29...

...28...

...27...

...then something changed...


...an instant where I realised, up until now, I hadn't been in control. I was letting events control me. I was a slave to my emotions. It was a tiny realisation, but it changed my perception of everything.

...3... I decide to be in control.

...2... I decide to step up to the spot.

...1... I decide to jump.

I jump.


...that's when it returned... that feeling of calm. I remember the feeling of actually jumping. That moment when you feel like you're actually in flight. When there's no conscious thought, and your instincts take over. When all I can hear is the breeze as I fly through the air. Its a beautiful feeling, and reminds me why I love to move. Its not so much slow motion as a moment of clarity, and knowing myself and who I am. I remember coming in to land, and extending my hands to the bar. Seeing the patch of moss on the wall that my feet were aiming for. I felt like a cat. A BIG CAT... but a stealthy cat.

I land.

Two more times now...

Can I do it again?


The doubt returned... but was dismissed momentarily and the confidence grew.

...Lets do it again...

...a shorter count this time...

...3... I stepped up to the spot.

...2... I decided to jump.

...1... I jump.


Aaaaah... it was a feeling of joy, tinged with a slither of adrenaline. I was enjoying it, but I wanted to stay in the moment... to stay in the flight.

I land.

...just one more time!


I was feeling happy, but I was careful to control my ego.

...let it go...

...just the Jump...

...3...

...2...

...1... I jump.


This time I remember there being slight change of windspeed as I took off, but I know it was not strong enough to alter my movement. I flew again, and watched as the Black Kalenjis on my feet stretched out infront of me towards the wall, then connect on the wall with a soft crunch, similar to the sound of a small sack placed onto gravel. It was audible, but it was my quietest landing yet. This time I held the position to remember it. I remember looking at the position of my hands on the rail, and their grip... the position of my feet spread apart slightly, with one above the other... how secure they felt. I paused in this position, and turned my head to look down at the staircase... at the drop beneath me... at that which had scared me so much... and felt a sense of safety.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware that people were still around... Dom was smiling, James nodded, and far off I remember Tracey laughing and clapping in support.

Yes, I'd gone through it, but I wasn't alone... through the day, they'd all been there doing it as well: There had been difficult precisions... challenging drops... awkward balances - we were there as a team, but everyone facing their own demons in their own way.

Together.

Breaking jumps.

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#38
Break the jump


vauxhall
vauxhall


“It’s just a jump! Nothing to be scared of!!!” that’s what I’m thinking out loud, getting ready to break the jump. I know I have done bigger jump and more tricky than this one. My concern in fact, is this knee high wall on which I have to step on to, to take off. I usually like the feeling of running precisions, the sensation of flying makes me think sometimes that nothing is impossible as long as I find the motivation and the strength to reach my goals.

I try to relax, look at the jump one more time, shake my arms and legs, shake my head, try again to relax my whole body, swipe my shoes soles with my hand to get an optimal grip. The grip on the landing has been checked, the run up, checked, the take off… this damn take off! What can possibly happen? If I focus too much on the jump and miss the take off, that will be the worst case. Not enough foot and I will bang my knee or my shin on the edge of the wall. Too much foot and I will slip and fall on my back, and maybe hit the wall with my coccyx. I don’t really like these perspectives.

So I’m going to concentrate mainly on the take off, and decompose the jump as I always do when I’m not confident about it.
- First, run as fast as you can, Momentum is your best friend
- After, jump as far as you can, even further
- Finally, land because if you don’t land, that means you’ve been abducted by aliens.

So I start running, try to get the maximum speed, evaluate the distance to see if my foot placement is still right; it’s fine, I’m getting close to the wall, take off… and chicken out on the jump because I was too scared on the take off. So I give it a try, 3 perfect take off in a row then I’ll go for the real deal. 3 done! I’m now ready for the jump. I will run, jump and land successfully. I have thought of everything I could have thought of, my physical condition, the whole process before the jump, the position of the walls and even the temperature and the wind. All I need to do now, is to go to Vauxhall and see if my meditation is fruityful. In any cases, I’m going to break the jump.

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#37
The Breakthrough


Breakthrough
Breakthrough


After an incredible training session at the start of the month I was compelled to tell others about my breakthrough...


The team did a great thing for me today, they helped me break a jump. Not just any jump, it was a jump that I had broken last year but somehow through lack of repeating it I was back to square one and this tormented me. It was a precision jump between two widely spaced concrete walls. On one hand I knew that I had done it before but on the other hand it just didn't look safe anymore. My mind was filled with thoughts of slipping or landing too short and then contrastingly I would remind myself that it was doable and safe. This mental argument would loop over and over and so instead of repeating the jump, I endured the repetition of *almost* jumping. Frustratingly, preparing to jump and abandoning the jump became the norm. Until today....



Breakthrough didn't happen straight away though as again I stood facing my tormentor, psyching myself up with more conviction than before only to be rooted to the spot. TOTAL PARALYSIS. Like a mime artist I had created an invisible barrier that seemed tougher than any wall could be. My body was strong and ready to go but I just couldn't pull the trigger and commit.



More encouragement came and the guys rallied to keep me positive and spot my landing area. It all seemed in place to guarantee my success: the outside conditions were perfect but inside my mind it was a different story. Something extra was needed, my mind and body had to move. To stay and ponder the jump any longer would only reinforce the problem...it was time to break out of this prison.



"Frustratingly, preparing to jump and abandoning the jump became the norm. Until today...."



Johann led me in a route around our training area, jumping from wall to wall, running, vaulting and rolling, I wasn't to stop and I wasn't to think about the jump. On the next circuit Johann recruited the whole team to run with me as I freed my mind and got my body warm and my muscles firing, I followed him as closely as I could and I didn't know where he would step or when the jump was coming. I could only think about following and making the next move.



He curved round in the direction of the jump and I followed, briefly I looked at it and it looked different. I sprung off the wall in front of me and came down on my landing area but only got one foot in place. I didn't make it but I was almost there. “Don't think about it. Keep moving!” said Johann.



The run continued: breathlessly I vaulted, climbed and jumped in quick succession, I felt tired but a feeling of confidence and determination emerged within me. Johann looped back round to the jump area and again I jumped, I just jumped, I landed and made it! I din't think about it or psych myself up, the jump just came to me like any of the others I had been doing. Both feet, safe, secure and on my landing spot!







Yeeesss! I yelled and the whole team cheered with me. “Now do it again!” I was told. I was so charged up, the chains had come off and I was liberated. I jumped it again and again from one side and the other to make sure i'd got it. I had it! it was mine. I felt immense relief and the strong feeling that I could do so much more.



Could it be that the antidote to my paralysis was not a complicated technique but simply: raw instinctual movement? Through being caught up in the momentum of 'the pack' I forgot myself and followed without hesitation and unlocked what had always been within my potential.



It was the perfect way to end the session and a great way to continue on to my next level of progression. I still have to work that jump though, because it was only mine for one day.....and I'd like to have it permanently. Thank you guys, I'm looking forward to my next breakthrough.


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Brazil
Brazil

A question, much like an obstacle that shadows over me, that’s still unconquered. I thought it’d be simple enough to answer, not so complicated, it was just a question. But it was, Like a Parkour roll in a way, so elementary, but so much harder than basic.

About three months ago, I’d started training again after a lengthy absence. During these months of recluse, I had a time to reflect, on where, prior to my disappearance, it had started to spiral out of control.

Training had become dead to me



It was a knock on effect of months of, what seemed to me, as a failure. I was disinterested in trying to succeed, to improve, or to be stronger. I was made to feel depleted by my training, which was uneventful, and lacking in any motivation. So, I wanted to trial a life with out Parkour, to see if I would be more contented, with out having the pressure to constantly improve, or to try and find a reason not to give up. At first it was easy, It was a release. But as I started to drift further away from my familiarity, I felt myself falling into a void, Parkour was all I knew and out here there was nothing for me, I was cold turkey but itching for the bottle once more. It was in this moment where I realised, that the further I tried to distance myself from training, the closer I would land to it. And in the emerging sanity, I was reminded of how much Parkour had become a part of me, that training is what makes me who I am, and having Parkour is what solves all of life’s little problems.

But this reunion had influenced a new perplexity. For, at least, most traceurs Parkour has become a long commitment, and for this we are constantly asked, “why do you still practise?” and out of curiosity, to me, it begs another question, the same in one way, although some what opposite, “why are we so unable to stop?”

I was once told that I must know why I want to train, otherwise there’s no point. And it’s true, we should all know why we do Parkour, because it’s not only the point to all this training, but also the motivation to carry on. But, How many of us actually know the answer to this, excluding the obvious choices; To be fit, it’s fun or I like it.

Amidst the rebirth of my training, I have experimented with the motive, more than the training itself, that is the motive to push myself and to prosper. I’ve found that having, just a simple motive, can have profound effects on not even the Parkour, but your attitude towards it.

Just having some small incentives for myself seems to have given my training a greater sense of longevity, because now I have something to strive towards, but also something to lose.

A good friend of mine asked me recently,

“Why do you still do Parkour?”

I told him that I am uncertain. For me, after everything that happens, in every year with more experience, and after every training session, that answer will be different!

Perhaps the point I’m trying to make is, that maybe we should be influenced to continue training because of the question its self, more than the answer to it.

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#35
Body Armour.


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Buildering


If you are one of our academy students I'm sure you will agree with me when I say that we heavily supplement our classes with a large dose of conditioning. I still remember my first class at moberley and being completely horrified at how absolutely unfit I was... Barely able to do a situp or last a minute without doubling over and gasping for breath. Alas, I stuck with it and started off (very) slowly and eventually built up my strength and fitness bit-by-bit. Apart from this obvious benefit, why else do we do conditioning?


Last month I learnt a new reason... body armour.



Yes, conditioning will give you bigger jumps, faster speed vaults, get you doing those muscle-ups easier, but it will also help protect you for those moments when you to slip, fall and trip. I'm not talking about flesh wounds that we all get, i'm refering to those (hopefully) rare times when the universe is plotting against you and it all goes horribly wrong. Sometimes there is absolutely nothing you could have done to protect yourself from that injury, but in other cases maybe there was something to reduce your injury... I for one am thankful for all the push-ups, sit-ups and quadrupedie (to name a few) we do because I feel like it saved me from something that could have been much, much worse.



"I for one am thankful for all the push-ups, sit-ups and quadrupedie (to name a few) we do..."



Obviously all injuries and situations are different, but its a simple choice that doesn't take a genius to understand... Do I protect myself as much as I can while I train, or don't I? This doesn't mean conditioning gives you an invisible kevlar vest that allows you to be reckless, but it may be the one thing that stands in the way of that oncoming floor and you...


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#34
24 hours


Buildering
Buildering
The following takes place between 7:00am and 8:00am.
A familiar song is interrupting my conversation with a man who has no face. I linger for a while in some middle ground between dream and reality, wondering where I am and what day it is as I fumble for the snooze key on my phone.


The following takes place between 8:00am and 9:00am.
I'm showered and contain significantly more weetabix, oats and bananas than I did one hour ago. I find myself jogging past a church, the only person in sight wearing a smile as I weave between frowning commuters towards the tube station.

The following takes place between 9:00am and 10:00am.
I'm standing near to a pub that is more often than not occupied by men who particularly enjoy the company of other men. I'm still not certain why this has become the unnofficial meeting place for those about to add yet another crimson stamp upon the Vauxhall walls, but it's something I've never felt the need to question.

The following takes place between 10:00am and 11:00am.
I've been running for a while now. Sweat trickles down my face and all I can hear is a dozen pairs of worn shoes colliding with grass and asphalt in every direction around me. We started together and we will finish together, just as we always do.

The following takes place between 11:00am and 12:00pm.

Midday is about to greet us and I wonder if I've injured the ant that I've blown way off course as I exhale out of yet another press up. I'm probably hurting more than the ant actually. I've squatted, traversed, pushed, pulled and crawled my way through the last sixty minutes and my shouts of determination have blended with those of my friends to create a symphony, a chorus of pain.

The following takes place between 12:00pm and 1:00pm.
We're stretching, having recently done more muscle ups than any of us thought we were capable of, the arms no longer feel... well, anything. My heart is beginning its journey to a resting pace again and I look around to see tired but contented faces.

The following takes place between 1:00pm and 2:00pm.

Lunch is over and I'm upside down in a park, practicing handstands and balancing in the sun with an old friend.

The following takes place between 2:00pm and 3:00pm.
I'm on my own. Soon after a tube journey that greeted me with the usual looks of disinterest or curiosity at my dirty clothes and bleeding hands, I'm crouched on a wall trying to convince my body that it can reach the branch that teases me in the nearby tree. If I don't, there's a fair chance I'm going to get hurt since I'm high up and concrete is unforgiving at the best of times. But I will make it, I must make it. I've done a hundred jumps like this in the past, perhaps not at this height but the height is irrelevant if you make the jump. And I will make the jump.

The following takes place between 3:00pm and 5:00pm.
I'm on the last set of a series of jumps that I've been doing in quick succesion to build power in my legs. My arms are weak from a brief one-armed pullup test and I check my watch.

The following takes place between 7:00pm and 8:00pm.
I'm indoors, rotating my joints and loosening up once again along with thirty or so students. We prepare our bodies for what is to come for half an hour or so and then I position some obstacles in a half-improvised manner. As I watch the expressions of doubt turn to joy on a new practitioner's face, I realise that we never lose that feeling of pleasure in our success upon overcoming our fears. The relief on the man's face is a reflection of my own only a few hours ago as I caught the branch. Is this the most addictive part of our discipline? Is it the surpassing of our fears that brings us back time after time? I think about it a little more as the air in the room grows warmer still and the tired limbs attempt one last almighty effort.

The following takes place between 9:00pm and 10:00pm
Some of those around me might argue that the warm down would make a fairly good warm up. All at least would agree the stretching is a welcome relief. I shake hands, smile and say my goodbyes to old friends, new friends and strangers who I'm sure will grow to be friends in time. At last, the physical demands of today are over.

The following takes place all day, every day.
The Oyster card is at the bottom of my bag when the bus arrives.

The following takes place between 10:00pm and 11:00pm.
I find myself sitting down and eating. Checking emails and wishing I had more time to reply to some of them, I update my diary for the week once again before feeling the shower wash another day off my back. Blood, dirt, sweat and something unknown is dissapearing in to the dark abyss below me and I stand there a little longer than is necessary, allowing my muscles time to relax in the cool water.

The following takes place between 11:00pm and 12:00pm.
I turn off the light and try to get back to my bed without bashing my knee on something. I still haven't quite perfected the whole pitch-black navigation thing in this new room of mine but I'm getting there. I'm almost asleep before my head touches the pillow.

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The following takes place between 7:00am and 8:00am.
A familiar song is interrupting my conversation with a man who has no face. I linger a while in some middle ground between my dream and reality and wonder where I am and what day it is, fumbling for the 'snooze' key on my phone...

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#33
Its all in your head....


Buildering
Buildering


This is my 2nd post since the blog first started and the biggest problem I had with deciding what to write was in choosing something that I thought others might be interested in reading about. After quickly realising that I had no monumental news or amazingly unique insight I decided to approach it in a different way. I want to know what you yes YOU reading (scanning) this now would actually be interested in reading about, please do leave any comments, questions or suggestions in the box below. Seriously though comments are where it’s at because no matter how stupid or insightful, 1 word or 1,000 I don’t mind. If not its a lot like giving a big speech to a room full of people finishing and then having everyone just sit there silently staring at you, very off putting I can assure you.



...that Kong-precision that you’ve looked at all those times, you do so because although it scares you you can see yourself doing it...



Anywho down to business…. mental blocks!!! It’s something that I’m sure a lot of you have come across at 1 time or another and it’s certainly something that can be very detrimental to your training if not handled carefully. One thing I’ve noticed personally, that I think is important to take into account is that your body knows it can do it. This may sound a bit weird at first but bare with me, a lot of the time I hear people claim they can’t because they are scared or that they want to but they are not sure if their jump is big enough, etc. But simply by seriously considering actually doing the jump they’ve demonstrated that somewhere inside they know it’s in their range. I want you to take a second and think of the most ridiculous jump you can, like precisioning the corner wall of the manpower drop for instance. You would never get a mental block about that jump because you know its an impossibility, maybe someone somewhere has god-like strength in there legs not to crumple and snap on impact but for the majority you would never seriously consider such a jump for yourself. But that cat jump you had in mind earlier or that Kong-precision that you’ve looked at all those times, you do so because although it scares you you can see yourself doing it. You can see that if you were somehow able to free up your mind you would have done it already. Now while that may not magically fix anything for you and maybe you knew it already its certainly food for thought.



But the reason I confuse and bore you with this is that today I’m going to find a jump that scares me or that I’ve put off for awhile and I’m going to do it. And not only that but I want you to as well, I want you to find something that makes you hesitate or walk away and I want you to do it. It doesn’t have to be big, it doesn’t have to be crazy, it can be something you’ve done before but for whatever reason are no longer comfortable with, it doesn’t even have to be anything that anyone else would find difficult that’s not the point, this is for you.



You have 1 month.

This time next month I’m going to post what my jump was maybe even a picture if possible and once I’ve done that I want you to tell me something about yours, what it was, how you did it or even just how you felt. I would really love to get as many people involved as possible so tell your friends, spread the word and good luck!

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#32
Fight Fears


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vertigo

I am really scared of height. I just lose all my abilities when there is height.

One day, about 6 months ago, for some reasons we had access to the Royal Festival Hall's roof. The guys I was with were jumping around, and walking on the edge of the roof top. Like they would do on the floor... except there was a 7 floors drop on the side. I couldn't believe it, and freaked out just at the thought of doing it.


I approached the edge, first on all fours, then crawling, to have a look down. People were so small down there, like small toys, I felt like I could take one of them between my fingers... But mostly, I felt like I could never stand up there!!

On one corner, the roof was surrounded with a wall. That wall was about a foot large, and had a 10 feet drop on the inside, and 7 floors drop on the outside.

I was talking about my fear with my friend Blinky, who took it into his head to make me walk on that wall. At first I didn't even want to think about it... but I listened to him... there was no harm in listening to what he could say. Anyway I wouldn't do it.

He tried to explain to me that the drop was just a distraction... that it could never touch me, push me or physically attract me. The drop is there, but it's useless... Like when you try to do some balancing exercises and some guys try to make you fall by talking and distracting you, just to make you lose your concentration. All that is just in the mind.

The more he talked, the more I was getting in a strange mood, where I thought I could do it maybe... He made me breath in and breath out deeply, make space inside my head... and I saw myself approach the edge. Walking was a bit too much, so i crouched, and went on that wall in cat balance position. I reached the corner... Damn it, the second part of the wall is thinner... But I really can't make a half turn above that drop. I have no choice but to carry on. I tried not to think about anything but the wall, and the end I had to reach, which was not that far.







When I finished, my mind got back to reality, and I rushed away from the drop.

But I did it! I couldn't believe it! I really don't know if I would do it again, and when I think back to that day, I just think I was crazy... But maybe if Blinky is around...

Thank you Blinky for helping me fight my fear.

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#31
My New Toy


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Gymnastic Rings


Anyone that has seen my room will be only too aware of my growing collection of random fitness equipment. The last year and a half or so has seen me install 3 pull-up bars in my doorway; get a weight vest; buy a climbing fingerboard; get my hands on (pun intended) 3 different Captains of Crush grippers; invest in a squat rack; and obtain a new, removable pull-up bar. All excellent purchases, and all in some small way responsible for me not becoming the fat bloater my massive diet would suggest is my destiny!

But now I have a new toy. I was sufficiently excited that despite spending 5 hours out training yesterday, I still felt compelled to wander down to my local park in the dark to try them out. An hour later, my grinning, but somewhat tired, self left convinced that they could well be the best money I have ever spent in my life. I'll probably end up writing again once I've had a chance to use them for a while and see how effective they are. Suffice to say that nothing has worked my muscles like trying even simple exercise on my spanky new gymnastic rings for a LOOOONG time. Muscle ups, tuck planches, even the humble dip takes on a new edge once your muscles start to fatigue and the rings try to escape away from your body.

It certainly wasn't the most structured session (I was like a kid in a candy shop, trying every different thing that took his whim), but I have a satisfying dull ache across virtually every muscle from the rectus abdominis upward. Hopefully, and if I can rein in my excitement, some more intelligent training on them should produce the kind of rock-hard abs that every cover model dreams of.... cough, I mean... some good functional strength gains :P On a serious note, I'm really looking forward to seeing how incorporating some ring training into my conditioning regime improves me as an athlete.

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#30
Dealing with serious injury


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injury

Injury. Something we all may face at some point or another while training, whether it be small grazes, cuts, bruises or perhaps something more serious. We prepare our mind & body for the worst of outcomes through conditioning and repitition, perfecting a jump.

The reason I bring attention to this is because a while ago I seriously injured my left knee on a running cat leap and have had to change my approach to training completely. People often ask me how can I still train if I can't jump and in this article I'll give you some ideas on how to continue progression while injured.


The biggest key of all is to stay happy and enjoy what you're doing.


Injury isn't the end of training. There are many aspects to consider while training in general, so when an injury comes along focus should be moved onto the areas it doesnt effect. A very simple example is if you sprain you left wrist doing a vault you can try a vault that only requires use of your good hand. In a broader sense this approach to training with an injury will allow you to continue progression even if there is a lengthy recovery period.

The first thing I do when injured is list every thing I'm capable of doing without slowing down recovery. This may range from basic movement to physical and mental training. Rather than seeing it as a step back see it as a chance to work on your weaknesses for example if your lower body is injured focus on muscle ups or rail balance at height outside your comfort zone to challenge you mentally, if your upper body is injured focus on perfecting your touch and strength. Your outlook on training should always be positive and you should leave each session feeling you've achieved atleast one thing and forget you even have an injury. With this mind set in no time recovery will fly by.

The last thing I'll touch on is the mental approach to training. One thing I've learnt from sustaining a lengthy injury is that your mind still develops and sees new jumps that you didn't realise previsously, even when you're injured. Your mind will still progress even if your body needs to catch up meaning you will still have constant progression. If you experience this, keep the jump in mind and visualise your self performing it perfectly over and over. With the right attitude when you come back to the jump 100% it should be vastly easier to do.

The biggest key of all is to stay happy and enjoy what you're doing. Look at the bigger picture. In terms of how long you will be practicing parkour in your life and the amount of time the injury will encompass. In comparison this will be a very short amount of this time and is an another experience to learn from.

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#29
Fire


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Fire

For the 20th to the 22nd of March’s week end, Annty, Andy, Sebastien, Chris, Blane, James and I were invited to an European seminar in Rome. First of all I would like to thank Gise for inviting us and for all the people who made this event happen...


We were asked to run a 2 hours’ workshop between free jams. About 100 practitioners attended to the event so we split them into groups regarding their experience.



I ended up in taking care of the advanced guys with Sebastien and Blane. And the thing that hit me the most was the energy most of them had. We call it the Fire, when you burn your energy, you just fly around, you don’t care about tiredness and pains, you just enjoy so much moving that you don’t care about anything else and you can’t stand still !



The thing is that with these guys, some of them don’t understand why we make them do a lot of conditioning. They don’t feel they need it right now because they feel good, just by moving everywhere. What I use to say is that I don’t see the point of teaching them more techniques because they already know it I prefer offering them something they don’t know about, and it may be hard for them to understand because them won’t need it right away...



What I want to say is that if you have this kind of Fire with you, enjoy it as much as you can ! This energy will make you improve a lot, your confidence will be at its top level and you will feel very good... This fire will also save you from most of the pains and injury because you have this incredible joy to move !



When I meet people like that I just want to give them some tools for the next step: One day this fire will go and then you will have to practise with something else, another motivation, another method etc... I don’t show them conditioning drills to piss them off, I just believe that it might be helpful the day their way of practising changes and the original fire is gone. The conditioning will build up a body armor and if you want to last in the discipline it will protect you from pains and injuries...



Peace


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#28
LA MACHINE DE FORCE


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Cela fait maintenant 4 mois et 1 semaine que je me suis fait opéré du genou. Aujourd’hui nous sommes le mardi 17 mars 2009 et comme toujours, mon rendez-vous chez le kiné s’est bien passé.


Après 5 minutes de vélo pour m’ échauffer, elle m’a demandé de m’installer sur cette chaise: La Machine de Force. Elle mesure la force qu’un individu développe au niveau du quadriceps et de l’ischio-jambier dans la flexion et l’extension. 1 mois auparavant, j’avais déjà fait le test pour comparer la différence entre mes deux jambes. J’avais réussi á l’impressioner par mes résultats. “ce matin, cela devrait être une parti de plaisir, plus facile” je me disait, et bien que je me soit imposé une longue et épuisante séance de marches la veille, je me sentais frais. Elle me dit:”Aujourd’hui, tu le feras que de jambe gauche mais j’aimerais que tu fasses 6 séries cette fois.”



C’est parti, je souffle, je pousse, je me cramponne et j’enchaine les séries sans vraiment transpirer, je me sens bien. Voila, c’est fini! Elle s’approche avec les résultats et me dit:”on peut voir une légère amélioration avec le précédent test, vos résultats sont bons voir même excellents et vous êtes largement au dessus de la moyenne. Mais parce que vous tes beaucoup plus fort que cette moyenne, je dois avouer que je m’attendais qu’ils soient meilleurs.” Pour etre honnête, j’ étais moi aussi un peu déçu, j’avais l’impression d’ être nettement plus fort que la dernière fois. La machine ne trompe pas...



“Dans 2 mois on remet ça”, me dit elle en souriant. Je lui réponds gentiment:” á dans 2 mois en meilleure forme.” Avec un léger sourir, j’ écris la date sur cette carte de visite de mon prochain rendez vous. Je rentre dans l’acsenceur, je mets mes écouteurs, je sélectionne ma musique et des que la porte s’ouvre , je commence á courir pour aller á la maison et je me dit:”dur, dur mais accroche toi, c’est Presque fini.” Eh oui! A nouveau je me sens bien et prèt á l’action...


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#27
Spring Mournings


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Spring

So it seems that Winter may finally be behind us, and Spring touches body and mind to bring that perennial renewal on so many levels. And for most of us the passing of the cold seasons is a thing to be celebrated, as training becomes easier again and we find it a real pleasure to be out in the sun all day, under blue skies, with colleagues and friends to share the hardships of the discipline with.

But perhaps we should, in at least some small way, mourn the end of those icy morning runs and chill evening sessions? Isn't it then, when all those conditions are urging you to head for home and give up the day, that you can really dig deep and master the self? That's a ready-made challenge right there, a daily test provided free of charge by the elements themselves. Should we be happy that has been taken away for another 6 months?

Of course, every season has its benefits and drawbacks, and certainly training in warm sunshine and dry conditions seems so very easy after having to manage the weather factor for so long, and one should enjoy that. Who wouldn't?! However, parkour is a discipline of self-improvement on all levels, a constant yardstick by which to measure oneself against - and that is never more easily done than when adversity stands squarely in front of you. It is said one should be thankful for the strength of one's enemies, and I have always liked to see the driving rain and wind of Winter in this way. The hard yards of training are made in such conditions, and it is those hard yards that lead us to being fully capable and confident when the conditions swing in our favour again.

The seasons turn, and it is now time (we hope!) to enjoy the favourable months. But spare a thought for that old sparring partner called Winter - I, for one, am already looking forward to the next round come the end of the year...

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