The World. My Playground. The Streets. My Home. The Architecture. My Inspiration. The Fear. My Motive. The Sweat, the Scars, the Pain. My Proof. My Name. Traceur.
It would seem practice had nearly come to a screeching halt. I no longer see the jumps and spins. I will wall spin or monkey over a bar but it's not the same. There is no longer that rush. That mindset. That beauty. The things I could do. The things I couldn't. Not to far out of reach, but now light years away. If only I could go back and again defy gravity and disobey my mind. To break free of these chains that hold me to this ground. Parkour is no longer the underground sport it used to be. It has grown. It has grown to much. New faces are trying it everyday. What has happened to this thing we once loved. It has been crushed. Left to burn. Angry as I am, I will not stop. I must press on. The sport may grow and grow, but I will always be one step ahead, one leap ahead, and one roll ahead of the competition. Thanks again for taking me downtown that one day. If it wasn't for you, Parkour would be dead in my heart. Hope to see you back off your feet and into the sky soon. -Austin
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Well isn't that a pretty picture? Santa cruisin' around in a panser!
It would seem practice had nearly come to a screeching halt. I no longer see the jumps and spins. I will wall spin or monkey over a bar but it's not the same. There is no longer that rush. That mindset. That beauty. The things I could do. The things I couldn't. Not to far out of reach, but now light years away. If only I could go back and again defy gravity and disobey my mind. To break free of these chains that hold me to this ground. Parkour is no longer the underground sport it used to be. It has grown. It has grown to much. New faces are trying it everyday. What has happened to this thing we once loved. It has been crushed. Left to burn. Angry as I am, I will not stop. I must press on. The sport may grow and grow, but I will always be one step ahead, one leap ahead, and one roll ahead of the competition. Thanks again for taking me downtown that one day. If it wasn't for you, Parkour would be dead in my heart. Hope to see you back off your feet and into the sky soon. -Austin
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