I feel like sharing this, and facebook is full of people who I don't want to really know, and I somehow feel like only people who have something nice to say would waste the energy to comment.
People ask me why I am so obsessed with parkour. They ask me why I get so offended when it isn't treated with respect. Well to put it bluntly, I owe parkour my life. At the beginning of freshman year (Sept '08) I slowly and steadily fell into a battle with depression. By February '09 or so I had no self worth, I was small, I was weak, no confidence, and I just wanted to curl up and die. Though I wasn't really suicidal because of my religious upbringing, I hated life, had no friends, and didn't have the confidence to do anything about it. Then I heard about parkour. I don't remember exactly how, but I heard about it and absolutely wanted to try it. I started doing the APK warmup, but as a workout. Most days I couldn't even do it. Finally, April 6, 09, I went out and trained for the first time. From then on, I was hooked. I trained a lot, found 2 people who would train with me every other day. Through being around people so much, and the flood of endorphins from working out all the time, I felt better. I gained self worth. I got my life back and became a human being again. Also, parkour gave me something to do, some reason to get out of the house. A side effect of working out all the time, I gained muscles, I toned up and women started finding me attractive. My life was given back to me better than before. So I literally owe my strength, my motivation, my current circle of friends, my reputation, my lifestyle, my life, to parkour. So you can see why I get offended when someone makes fun of parkour?
I don't really expect anyone to respond to this, and I know this is a training journal so here you go: today I did a pushup. I just needed to vent.