OK, as many of you no doubt know, I work for FiveTen Shoes... we sponsor a few freerunners and generally are big admirers of Parkour and Freerunning.
So, a few times I have had people out to the office to pick up shoes, take some photos, show us whats up...
I have met up with some guys for a jam at Cal State Long Beach to shoot some pictures, have them try some shoes...
I have watched every parkour related video I could find on the net, video, and even now in the theatre(Casino Royale)
I frequent several parkour forums and myspace groups myspace.com/fivetenfootwear(shameless plug)
all be damned if i wasn't at the mall today(Bella Terra in Huntington Beach, CA) with my wife and two kids when my kids wanted to play tag while we were outside waiting for my wife who was shopping in one of the stores... now bare in mind this was a very crowded outdoor mall...
next thing i know I'm doing precisions from planters to benches... wall runs over planters... and best of all, in this open area in the middle, i could pull long jumps clearing tiered seats in a miny amphitheater type setting... too bad i have no confidence in shoulder rolls or it could have been even better
now i have dabbled a bit when out for an evening run... but never like that...
the best part of this whole thing...
when my wife came out and gave me the dirty look for acting like I'm 13 instead of 31.. i took solice in what had transpired, people had stopped to watch... security, parents... kids, more to see what i could do to dodge my kids or catch them then starring like i was an idiot....
better yet, i actually overheard two kids walking out of the theater say... hey, that's like in the movie(flattering, but the kid was obviously delusional

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so, what's the point?
I'm hooked... I'm 31, pretty out of shape, but completely hooked.
I'm also a bit shy by nature... having my kids chasing me or chasing them was a nice excuse, but I'm wondering how the older crowd practices parkour without feeling like a complete doofus.
BTW... M2,Frosti,Skynative,PD... this is all your damn fault...
thanks.