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[deckardcanine]

I did it! I left my comfort zone and spent more than two hours in a Sunday morning/afternoon class on parkour! Not half as tiring as it sounds for me.

Yes, I got hurt. I half-wanted to, tho I would've preferred a less stupid way for the worst of it. See, I was using a box to reach the chin-up bar, and I should've followed my inclination to move it back a few inches. The fall itself wasn't bad, but I scraped my shins pretty badly. After using an ice pack, drinking water, and watching the instructor for a bit, I got back in action. The worst after that was bumping my knees on equipment, which didn't leave a mark.

I imagine that other body parts will be just as sore in the next couple days, but I don't really mind. Sore muscles make me feel more alive. Besides, they'll remind me that I not only learned some tips but performed some moves I'd never done before in my life. These include high jumps, quiet landings, balancing acts, rolls to sustain momentum, efficient hurdle clearing, and self-propulsion up a wall. The only thing I did better than the other two students in attendance was smooth squatting, but this isn't supposed to be about competing with anyone but myself, so no problem. (Still nice to see a student put the main instructor to shame with how high he could stick tape on the wall.)

The gym is a converted firehouse, which a flyer quotation calls the best use of such since Ghost Busters. The instructors were crude yet friendly. I wouldn't mind training with them again.

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cool.

[thatcatgirl.livejournal.com]

Sounds fun.