Because my parkour training is so much fun, I kept training, and kept reaggrivating it. There was never any pain, but a lot of swelling. Then it would go down, I’d keep training (I love precisions) and it would swell up again. So finally I forced myself to not do so much impact on the feet/legs for a while, and I think it’s about ready to jump back in.
It is also about being afraid, encountering that fear, feeling it, knowing it and dealing with it. It is about training to overcome that mental block that is preventing you from making that big jump today, so that one day you will make that jump. It feels great when you finally do, but then there will be something else that will present itself and challenge you. The more experience you get, the more opportunities for pushing yourself past your current limits will begin to appear, and the cycle continues.
Really, though, for me it feels like being a kid all over again, and I don’t mean with the newly found freedom of movement and expression and all that, although that is very much part of it.
What I mean is that I surround myself with traceurs that are far, far better than I am. They have been training and practicing longer, and have developed their skills and abilities to coincide with the number of years of training.
So for me, not quite as experienced yet, I feel like a little kid, surounded by big brothers (and sisters!) that are just better at everything than me.
Almost like still riding a tricycle, while my older brother has had his training wheels off for some time now, and is already jumping across the creek on his dirt bike.
I don’t mind it, though. It is a very humbling experience, and I learn so much by just training with them, and being around them.