Life of a Traceur

This is going to be one continous serious of posts that delve into my life as a traceur. They might not be that intertaining or provoke the strongest of thoughts, but it may help my fellow traceurs and traceuses pass more easily over their obstacles.

To give some insight as to who I am…
I am a senior in high school of A’s, B’s, and sometimes a C. I dont particularly like school and most classes i deem as a waste of my time. I dont have a car nor alot of friends who drive me everywhere, i use the ancient method of mobilizing oneself called walking and sometimes when i just run to where i want to go, absurd aint it? but thats society now-a-days. as you might imagine, this causes alot of problems when trying to get to a particularly good training location, mainly, the time it takes. I live on a peninsula and it takes time to navigate civilized swamp land, espeacially if you want to go to another peninsula, or another swamp land, whatever takes your fancy 🙂 hence, my training locations are limited to a 10 mile radius. But it usually lands me to training right outside my door pretty much, not the best, but not the worst locations on this planet either. When i first started training, five years ago, i progressed albeit slower then i would have liked, but i learned an in-valuable lesson. It being, to open your eyes and see what is and not what you make of it. this is particularly relevant to the “Location Epidemic” so many people find themselves in when they start parkour; they see some amazing videos on Youtube and then they find themselves outside and trying to imitate everything they saw in the vid’s. What happens is that the skill level and the enviroment vary greatly from the video to the viewer which results in the begginer getting depressed with their own unique environment and eventually avoid training to find a “better spot”. What they fail to see is the truth of the matter, that their environment is just as good as anywhere else. I found this out because of location and transportation issues, i had to (and still do) train right outside my house in the locality. I make use of open spaces of cement and curbs, trees and power boxes, and the local city center with its parking garage. these are my weights and barbells, these are my coaches and trainers, these are my friends and foes, they help me make use of the one tool that out-stands and out-lasts them all, my body. you dont need a parkour park in your backyard to make you better, you need to see things for the tools they are and to prepare your body for the turtures you send its way.

Train Safe, But Train Hard