I met loads of old friends in august, all coming to london for a brief time. Most of the days in august where spent with friends training at some dodgy estate in London. Met some new friends and learnt how to talk like a sailor in many different languages. It was an awesome ride.
But now - its the end of September. I’m back in my own little world were if im not sleeping or eating im working on my training goals one little step at a time. and i wouldn’t have it any other way :D
Roots of movement 3
Thursday August 2nd. I woke up realizing I didn’t pack at all. Even though I booked the journey to Glasgow 2 months before. When I got to Victoria, I was greeted by a number of faces all smiling like little kids who just got told they where going to Disney land. The 8 hour journey wasn’t as bad as last year, mostly due to the fact that we had beds, even though I didn’t really get to sleep. We spent the first hour talking and then i woke up 3 hours early and enjoyed watching the sunrise. The Friday was spent helping out setting up the equipment- we where here for a parkour event after all.
After seeing the equipment the day before, I was really excited to actually start moving around. And that’s exactly was we did for the next 8 hrs. I spent the rest of the day at Mick’s watching rambo, learning new words and drinking mulk.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed. After the warm up, we where sent to try out a variety of different workshops including a climbing workshop at a climbing wall that was in the same building. Guess where i spent the whole day. I didn’t bring my shoes for nothing after all.
Sunday night was spent at a Scottish Chinese all you can eat. After making sure that all 40 of us where completely full, the danish guys decided to play chocolate fountain roulette. The rules where simple pick something from the buffet, cover it in chocolate and give it to someone. The worst I saw someone get was a chocolate covered omelette. We stopped the mayhem to watch the 100m sprint finals and said our goodbyes as some people where heading back to London that night.
Monday, my last day in Glasgow. It took us a while to get out of our sleeping bags. got some food and we went out to Train with Chris around Glasgow. But it wouldn’t be Scotland without some rain. Chris was teaching a parkour class that evening so we decided to join in.
I slept like a corpse on the bus back.
but that was only the start.
a good video explaining what parkour is.
Feeling alive.
When do i feel alive?
Maybe when I am looking at a jump that is slightly outside my comfort zone. And then when I actually jump. But those moments don’t last for a long time since I start looking for another challenge immediately after.
Maybe it’s at night, alone, in my room with the window open. Thats when I get to recharge. Stretching and thinking about the things I did that day. From all the conversations I had with my friends to my recent training sessions. I write down all the things I did during my training sessions and plan tomorrow’s session.
The best advice I was ever given was to find something you love doing, and put all your effort into it.
Probably, thats when most people feel alive. When all Their attention is concentrated on things they care about.
