Jon just won all the parkour ever.
Hey folks. For a day in which I had planned to do absolutely nothing, or, rather, in which i had not planned absolutely to do anything, today has been quite eventful indeed!
Sarah woke a very reluctant me up around noon as i had promised to drive her to work. I distinctly remember my retort: "but i don't wanna be a religious leader..." I'm not sure what i was thinking, but i was clearly still partially asleep. Her response, "You can be a religious leader tomorrow," was enough to get me out of bed and dressed... for whatever reason.
So after dropping her off, i returned home somewhat solemnly, as i was fairly sure a long day of youtube videos and Diablo playing was in store. Not long had passed when i recieved a text from Jon, eager to undertake some buffoonery. So we smoked some hookah, drank some beers, met up with a friend of his, and the three of us went PKing.
The other guy... his name escapes me now (possibly due to the bland and unremarkable quality of his freerunning,) slowed us down quite a bit, but Jon and i both got a decent workout in. Jon was even able to walk away from one of the biggest jumps i've ever seen a human undergo in person. It was easily ten feet high, maybe more, with a twelve foot gap to clear before the (somewhat) more forgiving grass began. I was awestruck. There was absolutely no way i could follow such an act, but I could provide the proof that such an assertion of PK domination would surely require on Jon's part. So we returned with Sarah's camera, which i both cradled and worshipped, like a tiny baby Jesus with SLR, and i got a truly rad shot of Jon's jump. The shitty part is that he fucked himself royally on the second landing.
* Anyone uninterested in the psychology and physics behind freerunning should skip the following paragraph *
The problem, as far as i can deduce, was that on Jon's first jump, the adrenaline and endorphins which are a natural result of a first attempt at anything pushed him to the edge of his capabilities, which was exactly what this jump required. However, in the time it took to procure a camera, these had fizzled out of his bloodstream and left him in a mildly groggy state. In adittion, the relative ease (due to adrenaline) of his first jump led Jon to believe that less than 100% was absolutely necessary. These two factors combined led to a lazy, lazy, body-huck of a plummet. Jon had much less forward momentum when he hit the ground the second time, and forward momentum is what a freerunner converts into a roll in order to lessen impact. You can roll afer dropping perpendicular to the ground, sure, but it doesn't actually do anything. Anyways, the result was Jon hitting ground like a bug hits a windshield. He seems okay now though, I pumped him full of nicotine and ibuprofin. *thumbs up*
As for myself, i'm still feeling less able than i've been, but the strength is on its way back. I even managed a Dyna of about 10-12 inches, which was about my limit during my peak, so that's heartening. Erm... i suppose i should explain what a Dyna is for anyone who actually cares' benefit. Basically a maneuver used when encountering two or more parallel, horizontal bars, suspended somehow as to render feet useless. With both hands on the bottom bar, do a pull-up really quickly, throwing yourself upwards at the apex and grabbing the higher bar with both hands. Easier than it sounds, although missing the bar is a real bitch.
Well, that's about it really. Now i'm home and so is Sarah and i daresay we're both long overdue for some cuddling. So i'm going to stop writing this and give her a big kiss on the forehead and then probably watch some Simpsons with her or something.
Oh yes, and just for shits and giggles, here's that shot of Jon.
Erm... go go gadget HTML...
It boggles the mind.
Sarah woke a very reluctant me up around noon as i had promised to drive her to work. I distinctly remember my retort: "but i don't wanna be a religious leader..." I'm not sure what i was thinking, but i was clearly still partially asleep. Her response, "You can be a religious leader tomorrow," was enough to get me out of bed and dressed... for whatever reason.
So after dropping her off, i returned home somewhat solemnly, as i was fairly sure a long day of youtube videos and Diablo playing was in store. Not long had passed when i recieved a text from Jon, eager to undertake some buffoonery. So we smoked some hookah, drank some beers, met up with a friend of his, and the three of us went PKing.
The other guy... his name escapes me now (possibly due to the bland and unremarkable quality of his freerunning,) slowed us down quite a bit, but Jon and i both got a decent workout in. Jon was even able to walk away from one of the biggest jumps i've ever seen a human undergo in person. It was easily ten feet high, maybe more, with a twelve foot gap to clear before the (somewhat) more forgiving grass began. I was awestruck. There was absolutely no way i could follow such an act, but I could provide the proof that such an assertion of PK domination would surely require on Jon's part. So we returned with Sarah's camera, which i both cradled and worshipped, like a tiny baby Jesus with SLR, and i got a truly rad shot of Jon's jump. The shitty part is that he fucked himself royally on the second landing.
* Anyone uninterested in the psychology and physics behind freerunning should skip the following paragraph *
The problem, as far as i can deduce, was that on Jon's first jump, the adrenaline and endorphins which are a natural result of a first attempt at anything pushed him to the edge of his capabilities, which was exactly what this jump required. However, in the time it took to procure a camera, these had fizzled out of his bloodstream and left him in a mildly groggy state. In adittion, the relative ease (due to adrenaline) of his first jump led Jon to believe that less than 100% was absolutely necessary. These two factors combined led to a lazy, lazy, body-huck of a plummet. Jon had much less forward momentum when he hit the ground the second time, and forward momentum is what a freerunner converts into a roll in order to lessen impact. You can roll afer dropping perpendicular to the ground, sure, but it doesn't actually do anything. Anyways, the result was Jon hitting ground like a bug hits a windshield. He seems okay now though, I pumped him full of nicotine and ibuprofin. *thumbs up*
As for myself, i'm still feeling less able than i've been, but the strength is on its way back. I even managed a Dyna of about 10-12 inches, which was about my limit during my peak, so that's heartening. Erm... i suppose i should explain what a Dyna is for anyone who actually cares' benefit. Basically a maneuver used when encountering two or more parallel, horizontal bars, suspended somehow as to render feet useless. With both hands on the bottom bar, do a pull-up really quickly, throwing yourself upwards at the apex and grabbing the higher bar with both hands. Easier than it sounds, although missing the bar is a real bitch.
Well, that's about it really. Now i'm home and so is Sarah and i daresay we're both long overdue for some cuddling. So i'm going to stop writing this and give her a big kiss on the forehead and then probably watch some Simpsons with her or something.
Oh yes, and just for shits and giggles, here's that shot of Jon.
Erm... go go gadget HTML...
It boggles the mind.