Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I sat from afar, appreciating the view with my pen and paper. I watched, transfixed as the men threw their bodies across boxes and scaffolding to then land perfectly on their feet. I was mesmerised by the unimaginable flexibility that came from the fluidity of each movement.
Assured. Fun. Entertaining.
Muscles bulged from the strength it took to swing their bodies from one bar to another, finishing with a flourish of flips. My heart pounded vigorously to the upbeat tempo of the rhythm as the next trickster stood upon the highest bar, balancing with precision as he took to creating a one-handed armstand.
The crowd erupted with cheers, matching the roars of cars nearby. The town thrived, increasing the visibility of a sport unmentioned. Children gawked with awe, hurrying to join the line to participate in workshops. It was a chance to learn the basic skills safely.
A beautiful warmth came from the summer sun, brightening up an already cheerful day. The energy that came from the outdoors, encompassed by nature was charismatic, enticing an eager crowd to understand the truth about the mistaken art.
Anything and everything became a tool, an object to leap across, to dive-roll over, and even the elaborate water feature surrounding the centre of the area played host to gymnastic-like flair. A man-made playground wasn’t needed when nature already provided its own.
They worked like a team, always aware with the space available. They built up anticipation to which the audience gripped their seats, knuckles white from the pressure. Like an established stunt team, their bodies moved with control, exhaustion nowhere to be seen. They were ninjas, Parkour ninjas.
As deserved, comments spread throughout. An abundance of expressions reiterated one thought; “Whoa, did you see that?”
It was a day spent well, appreciating the artistry of a soon-to-be popular sport.
Parkour; the sport where the women openly swoon and admire.
An exciting day indeed.
A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.
– Albert Einstein
Back in the summer I had the opportunity to watch a dedicated parkour team demonstrate the fundamentals of this fascinating sport. They proved that parkour and free running is nothing like the unfair stereotype that it’s been branded, and instead they showcased how delicate an art it was, much like martial arts. Plus the Green Arrow is a Parkour Jedi, too. Do you really need any more convincing that it’s a good thing? Thought not.
The team I mentioned are known as Kinetics Wales, and F10W, and if it’s something that’s piqued your interest, I highly recommend you check them out here and here.
Don’t think the movement, be the movement.
– Malik Diouf
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I am also a big Parkour enthusiast, but i JUST started so I am always researching for tricks & inspiration, i found also this article lately: http://smart-magazine.com/space/touching-the-city/