Well I've already posted but.
What's up.
My name's Kyle but everyone calls me Brewer, I haven't been called little brewer in years. Those... were good times.
I live in Greene County near Little Cincinnati. Ever heard of it? Me neither.
I'm 17, G.E.D., No reliable transportation at this point in time. Probably moving next month to South Dakota.
Whenever I move I'll have reliable transportation and a job. If anyone else considers moving up north... I'm not sure how the parkour is.
However if I had a team, crew, group, other group-meaning words, in Bloomington or maybe Ellettsville even I would show up often, no question.
I work on my parkour skills everyday, owning 68 acres of woods I find new things every day, in fact the more I do parkour the more things I see, leading me to believe when I have what one could call a mastery of parkour I will no longer be able to read or write because everything will look like an obstacle to me. Sometimes I keep it around the house too though, yesterday I found this place at the side of my house with at least 7 places within this place that I would consider... Okay. Then I got distracted and starting vaulting over my picnic table.
I heard about parkour and did a few moves around a year and a half ago, but of late I've been practicing all day, every day. I'm pretty much waiting to move. Parkour is a great way to pass time, fun too. Tough on the legs. Real Tough...
My first kinda-parkour-injury, It was cold, probably 2 in the morning. I'm just starting out, probably a week in, a very very un-serious week. I see this rail in front of a hair salon place in Bloomington. Its a rail that comes out of a wall, probably 4.5 feet from the side I plan on jumping from, and about 6-7 feet on the side I plan to land, rail-height wise. So, I run up to the rail speed vault pace, place my hands as if I'm doing a monkey vault and swing my legs over to the left like I'm doing a speed vault. One hands off the rail now and the other arm is like, "yeah i'm just here to add momentum." So I fall to the ground, everything I read goes out the window and i land flat on my side, my hip taking most of the damage. I sat on the ground for like... ten, fifteen minutes, refusing help from my friend. then he helped me get up and limp to his house. It was pretty funny though, hurt like hell.
Whoa, got sidetracked. Uhh, (812-340-5105)
brewer.kyle@hotmail.com (My harddrive fried and I have to use my parents laptop for now, NO WINDOWS LIVE MESSENGER)
Other than that, I love to run! It feels good, and I love to fly through the air. I used to love rain, now it is my ultimate enemy... Yeah, I didn't mean to ramble I'm gonna get some breakfast. Hopefully everything is dry enough and my landlords (who are chopping up a tree in the front yard) leave, so there's not that awkward, "Yes, I'm jumping all over the things you own" feeling in the air.
