Thursday, April 24, 2008

Live for today.

I didn't post any stats for March because I was using my free time to focus heavily on technical work so the numbers didn't change much. This was pretty successful, and in terms of parkour and tricking I feel the most confident I have in a long time. I've started tumbling and movements that I used to find a stretch are now becoming more comfortable physically and mentally. Just as well really because I have some bigger challenges I'd like to try before the year is out. I've got back in the gym this month, improved my supplementation and stepped up a lot of my 1RMs. Right now I'm taking a couple of weeks off from the gym in order to ramp up my swimming training in preparation for the English Schools waterpolo finals. I'm getting sick of smelling of chlorine but it's doing wonders for my CV fitness and it's visibly dropping my BF%. Gives my connective tissue a chance to get a bit of a break too, took an absolute hammering over Easter. I have to say though, Omega 3 oil does wonders for tendonitis and other inflammatory problems traceurs can suffer, strongly recommend it.

Also, for the record, the Judas account on the UF forums is nothing to do with me (obviously). Someone clearly doesn't like the fact I don't agree with the UF corporate agenda. Frankly, I take it as a complement that a couple of forum posts have sparked a defamation campaign against me, I never expected the "official worldwide parkour network" to care so much about what little old me has to say. Face it, the majority of experienced practitioners do not support competition or UF, I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. Someday the majority are going to stand up and make their voices heard and tell the world that the future of their discipline is in their hands, not that of selfish individuals who don't even practice it. Anyway, that whole can of worms is for another time.

Oh and lastly, a new photo of me from Ben Anderson and a couple of Leeds videos of us lot from around Easter:

















Easter '08 By Ben Marsh:



Leeds Gathering By Ben Marsh (incredible day of training):



Leeds Easter Training By Sam Patrick:



Peace out and train hard.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Vital stats - Febuary

Physical stats:
Age: 17
Height: 6 ft 1 1/2 - 187cm (aprox.)
Weight: 12st 5lb - 78.5kg
Bodyfat: 11.0% (US Navy method)

Strength:
Back Squat 1RM: BW + 130kg
Deadlift 3RM: 140kg (need more plates in gym :/)
Barbell bench 2RM: 85kg (1RM attempt at 90kg failed)
1 arm dumbbell preacher curl 1RM: 15kg (full ROM, don't get me started on preachers and ROM!)
2 arm dumbbell shoulder press 1RM: 25kg per arm (no 1RM increase but better form)
Barbell shoulder press 6RM: 50kg (haven't seriously tried to find 1RM, just working 50kg in the 3-6 rep range)
Weighted chin 3RM: 25kg (hasn't been worked this month, awaiting arrival of dip belt)

Cardio:
Improving, not much more to say really.

Supplementation:
Protein: 1 400ml shake at 19.5g of protein per shake post-training
Creatine: 5g per day of creatine monohydrate mixed with shake
Fish Oil: 3x 1000mg fish oil caps per day (per cap 170 mg EPA, 130mg DHA)

Diet:
The diet has been similar this month, I've had the odd lapse but mostly it's been good and I've been forcing myself to eat larger portions of vegetables haha!

Current Injuries:
The back has improved, hence my return to deadlifting. I still feel there are some issues there, continuing to work on mobility and flexibility in the region.

Aims:

The 2.5kg gain in mass this month is a bit surprising but I suppose there's water retention from the creatine to take into account. Still, it's nice to see that my bodyfat has apparently gone down (my abdomen measurement has dropped). I think there's more bodyfat that can go though, for sure. This month I just want to consolidate the previous month and continue much the same, possibly start reducing my carb intake and increase my cardio work so that my bodyfat continues to drop. I'm also changing my fish oil source for liquid and adding some BCAAs to my supplements. We'll see how that works out next month.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Vital stats - January

Ok, I decided once a month in order to chart my progression (mainly in strength and fitness) I will write out some data on my training (1RMs and such). Should make for interesting viewing across the course of the year for me. This month has been the start of daily sessions in the gym and creatine supplementation. Currently I rotate upper, core and lower monday-friday with movement training on weekends. In addition, some skill work is done on tuesday and wednesday in gymnastics facilities and cardio fitness in the form of running, swimming or cycling is also added in when possible.

Physical stats:
Age: 17
Height: 6 ft 1 1/2 - 187cm (aprox.)
Weight: 12st 0lb - 76kg
Bodyfat: 12.0% (US Navy method)

Strength:
Back Squat 2RM: BW + 110kg (1RM attempt at 115kg failed)
Deadlift 1RM: 90kg (from many months ago before my back problems)
Barbell bench 2RM: 80kg (1RM attempt at 85kg failed)
1 arm dumbbell preacher curl 1RM: 12.5kg
2 arm dumbbell shoulder press 1RM: 25kg per arm
Barbell shoulder press 1RM: 50kg
Weighted chin 3RM: 25kg (need a stronger rucksack to find 1RM!)

Cardio:
I haven't had the chance to define my measures of this yet but I'll set some. For this month I'd say I've seen an improvement but I feel like I still have a long way to go.

Supplementation:
Protein: 1 400ml shake at 39g of protein per shake post-training
Creatine: 5g per day of creatine monohydrate mixed with shake
Fish Oil: 3x 1000mg fish oil caps per day (per cap 170 mg EPA, 130mg DHA)

Diet:
Diet is generally good, pretty low on processed foods and junk food. I probably average around 5 portions of fruit/veg per day but I know this is something I need to improve on, particularly on days where I'm out training. I also need to work to control my appetite more and perhaps cut my calorie intake.

Current Injuries:
Still suffering from some problems with my back, not pain as such but some moderate discomfort. Also seems to be very slow to recover after a targeted session. Mobility work and strength work where possible, allowing time for full recovery after any session before repeating.


Aims:

My goal presently is an increase in functional strength all-over with a focus on explosive power. I aim to pair this with a reduction in bodyfat, an ideal target would be around 6%. Maintenance and progression of cardio fitness is also important. I need to eat more fruit and vegetables, trim back on my calorie intake and also try and get more Omega 3 oils into my diet.

EDIT: Turns out that the Olympic bar we use weighs 25kg not 20kg and the locking collars are an extra 5kg total that I forgot to add. Weights updated where appropriate, a pleasant surprise!

Monday, January 28, 2008

From ashes to...?

It's been a crazy few weeks. Exams as usual managed to hog far too much time and I had an infection to contend with. But, it's over now and I'm determined to make up for lost time. I haven't really trained at full intensity since my hospitalisation. Friday saw BGS in action in the first round of the English Schools Cup waterpolo, everyone played out of their skins and we won the tournament winning every match in the process, very satisfying. Waterpolo fitness continues, I'm focusing on my speed and speed-endurance which means lots of sprint work and some horrible exercises involving swimming fast without breathing. It's doing me good though.

Saturday we went to Sheffield for the anniversary jam which was fantastic. Seeing Sam and Luke for the first time in ages and plenty of other people too along with the great atmosphere and spots, it was a great day. For me, it managed to inspire me and get my confidence going again. I'll definatley be back to do some of the stuff I was too tired to commit to at the end! Popped into Decathlon quickly to buy a few bits and pieces and then back to Leeds. Sunday was spent in Leeds training, Liam, Sam and Sean were out along with Matt from York. I began by doing some drills on my own at the Art Gallery, working on tidying up my techniques and moving more efficiently. People showed up after a while, it was a good atmosphere and I was able to build on my freshly renewed confidence to work on some of my fears including level armjumps and rail work. I felt strong mentally and physically for the first time in a long time and was very happy with my standard of parkour, can only bode well for the future.

Today was school and now I'm free of exams it was gym time. Won't bore you with specifics but I had a very good upper body session. Now I have the time, I plan to do one session a day in the school gym, rotating between upper, core and lower. The aim at the moment is a steady gain in muscle mass and a bit of fat-loss, the target is of course strength to bodyweight ratio. Ordered myself some more protein powder, some creatine and some Omega 3 caps last night, I finally feel like I have the time to spend training to justify using creatine. Hoping to be pushing my training very hard indeed over the coming months. Can't wait.

Oh and courtesy of Ben Anderson:

Monday, January 14, 2008

Wheeeeeeeee

Just a quickie, very busy with exam stuff at the moment but 11 days and it's all over and I can get back to my main focus in life. Training since I last wrote has been mostly conditioning, shoulder pressing is coming on great, as a result, straight armed tuck planches and straddle planches are happening now. Irritatingly, handstand raises are fine until I get to the handstand, at which point I simply can't straighten up and tend to fall over. More pressing strength required. Biceps are still a bit touchy so the OAC training has been gentle, the last thing I want is another round of tendonitis. Technically I'm not doing great at the moment, lack of movement training is showing up when I do train. After the exams I'll try and put that right, lots of drills and rebuilding technique and confidence are what I need. Got the chance to teach two people from scratch on saturday, really enjoyed it and made me think more about my own movements. On the flippy/spinny front, running fronts are pretty good on the floor, just need to land a little more upright (Jamie style!). I'm confident enough to do gainer releases without mats now which is nice. Sideflips and double-legs are one confused mess at the moment but hopefully that'll sort itself with practice. And backflips are just messing with my head. A lot of work to do there for sure. Interestingly, even though by my normal standards, life's not that good at the moment, I feel surprisingly happy. Maybe spirituality helps, I realised that the key to staying reasonably stable and happy always is not to found your happiness on any one support, rather to spread it across many. That way, when one vanishes, your house doesn't fall down!

Oh and I forgot to mention, waterpolo training has been good lately though 4 weeks without a swim over the holidays sure makes your first sessions hurt. Managed to complete a challenge involving holding a slowly emptying barrel containing 19kg of water over my head whilst trying to stay afloat in the deep end. The real difficulty is coming up for air the first time because at that stage the barrel's still really heavy, after that and a bit more time underwater, you can come up and stay up. But, sink too much and the barrel stops emptying. It's sadistic, I swear! More cardio fitness is my priority, thus tomorrow night is Hungarian reps and sprints/intervals. My emotions are a mixture of excitement and dread!

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Standing on the edge...

As usual, loads of stuff has happened between now and my last post. Some of the highlights have been the return of parallel armed muscle ups and sending a boulder problem on Ilkley Moor that has tormented me for a long time. I spent the New Year on the moors with Hollie, Tim, Ben, Gin and Molly, thanks for a fun time guys. 2007 in all honesty was a year I'd rather forget, it's had some good moments though (no particular order):

* Trace.
* Early mornings and evening sessions in Leeds with Hollie.
* Learning to climb with the Corbett family and Hollie.
* My nephew's arrival into the world.
* Brimham rocks with Ed and Jamie.
* Rock climbing in Northumbria with Rory and Andy (my first outdoor lead, my first E1 etc.)
* The HUB festival.
* Doing the swimming pool armjump (one of the defining moments of my parkour journey).
* And of course, every single session with the guys in Leeds, that never fails to make me smile.

But then also a hell of a lot of bad ones, personal, physical, academic and family; I don't think here's the place to talk about that but if you know me, you'll know at least some of these. Truth be told, I still suffer pain as a direct result of my accident, my strength and endurance are still below their old levels and it's trashed my mental state. But it also taught me a lot about myself, I asked for a speedy recovery, I was kicked whilst I was down so that I might learn the true meaning of strength. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else but I came out of hospital a stronger man, not physically but in character.

2008 will be a defining year for me. Things are going to change a lot, I'll have a new home for over half of the year, there are lots of places to visit, lots of new people to meet and a hell of a lot of training to do if I'm to stay on track. It's a crazy, crazy ride this life but I wouldn't trade my seat on the roller-coaster for anything or anyone else's.

I made just one New Year's Resolution and that is to be true to myself. In my head, that makes perfect sense but I can't find the words to explain it. Go forth, and never, ever give up the fight.

If you'll excuse me, I have weights to lift... ;)

Sunday, December 23, 2007

You'd think we just had sex!

Life's been literally non-stop for the past few weeks, today is the first chance I've had to sit down and contemplate. I went to Oxford and Manchester for interviews (got an offer from Manchester but not from Oxford) and then to London with Hollie. London was absolutely amazing and definatley makes the idea of spending 4 years there for Uni more attractive! For a London write-up, see Hollie's blog here. I drew a lot from the trip, realised how far I've come and also how far I still have to go. Consistency and speed are two areas I find myself lacking in. And also my confidence has taken a hit from my accident and I need to rectify that. On the up-side, I finally got enough faith in myself to start doing standing and running fronts outside, allegedly they're quite good!

Had a fun session in the gym on tuesday, mostly just working on my frontflip technique but a bit of confidence and technical work on the bars too. My climbing continues to improve on the training board there, both in terms of strength and stamina which can only be a good thing. Afterwards, I had a tough stretching session which Hollie lead me through, resulting in me holding a head to knees hamstring stretch for the first time. I'm trying to get into the habit of stretching like this after every appropriate training session. I could be overheard walking around saying how fantastic it was afterwards, hence the title quote.

Friday and saturday were spent in Leeds, for whatever reason I wasn't at my best on either day but I tried to get something out of it anyway by doing small technical work and conditioning. It was also great watching Alex in particular, he is really becoming an amazing traceur and in such a short space of time, very impressive. We also tried out a new parkour game idea that I had in the dark on saturday, it turned out to be great fun and a good challenge. I've been getting into the habit of running the 15 minutes or so from the station uphill back to my house and then stretching.

I know my aims, time to get my head down and work for them.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Life...

Life rolls on, I've had a lazy week but then I've had a lot of school and Uni related stuff taking up my time so it's not so surprising I've slacked off a bit on the training. Played a waterpolo match against Lymm again on tuesday, at home this time, won 11-5, I wasn't happy with my personal performance but I seemed to be having an off-night for fitness. Still have more work to do anyway. Though I did get a goal by taking the ball off their keeper which was nice.

Saturday I had lifeguard retraining in the early morning, for some reason I got a sudden attack of nausea and lost my breakfast to the pool toilets. Still, I felt alright so I got back in and finished the session, managed a personal best of 37 seconds on the time-swim (swim 20m, tow casualty 20m). Then it was off to Leeds for the usual saturday training. Tim came down from Newcastle, it was a fun day and we hit some of the less popular spots in Leeds. I also got to visit the armouries for the first time since the accident. I think the path to progress for me at the moment is just more strength in every respect and a bit of technical work, fits in nicely with winter since I get to do less technical training in winter anyway.

Tim made a video of himself in Leeds which you can find here. Also, there's a very good blog post from Hollie about the mind and parkour at the moment which I agree totally with, check it out here.

A busy couple of weeks coming up for me, next weekend I have 4 days in Oxford for interviews, I'm hoping to get some training in whilst I'm there and meet the Oxtricks guys if I can. Then there's an interview at Manchester and then the weekend after I'm off to London with Hollie for two days and two nights of training. Lots to look forward to!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Having Wings

Saturday was pretty awesome, it was good to be out training with the guys again and great that Luke and Scott made their respective treks to be there. I feel pretty good doing parkour at the moment, my mental outlook is the best it's been for a long time which is letting me do a lot of new things (just don't mention stuff with the possibility of hitting your undercarriage as it were!). I actually feel pretty strong moving which is surprising considering. Also, for whatever reason, I now land far quieter than I used to which is nice because I used to do some sloppy, noisy landings. Symmetric muscle ups have gone but I'm not too surprised about that, they'll be back with some hard conditioning I'd expect. Quick special mention to Jamie who seems to be discovering the mental strength to unlock his frankly huge potential, it's great to watch.

Speaking of mental state, I've recently taken up meditation which is proving excellent for my mindset and the strength of my focus. And on a spiritual note, I've been reading a lot of Buddhist ideas, I'm not about to go converting but they're interesting food for thought. Healthy mind makes for healthy body.

Tonight was waterpolo fitness, I stayed back to do Hungarian Reps after everyone else had gone. I got to 5 widths and back without any problems in a decent time, didn't have time for any more. The good thing about starting from such a low-point of fitness is the initial gains are massive. 6 or 7 and back next-time! Considering one of our coaches Jack once tried to make us do to 10 lengths and back (2.5km)... !

Lots of interesting stuff going on in Leeds at the moment on the parkour front, I'm involved in two different projects to establish training areas in the city, it's fantastic to see people who see parkour for what it is, a great way to engage young people in positive and healthy activity. I'd certainly hope this means we can expand and formalise our teaching efforts and spread true parkour across our region. Good stuff!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

With My Own Two Hands

Sunday was fun. Went for a walk on the moors with Hollie, watched some climbers in the quarry and did a bit of bouldering at the back quarry. Fell off the crux of the same problem a very large number of times, I've climbed it once before but I can't remember my sequence. I think I have it worked out now, just need to be fresh. Thanks to Hollie for putting up with that anyway, patience is a virtue! Monday I was discharged by my consultant, still have to proceed with a little caution but he's basically happy to let me go and doesn't think there's any long-lasting problems. Tuesday was waterpolo fitness and we were doing Hungarian Reps as our main exercise. I pretty much collapsed before I could finish the full program (to 5 widths sprinting and back down, I went out in the middle of the two on the way down) but I'm just gritting my teeth and getting stuck in, no pain no gain when it comes to fitness. My swimming pace is actually pretty quick still, just I have no speed-endurance so now I have to put myself through hell for a few weeks to get it back! As a result of speaking to my consultant, I've started conditioning again, not with full intensity of course though. Mind you, just now I picked my weights up and did a bicep curl 1RM of 25kg, better than I've ever done before. 8 weeks without exercise makes you lift better, you heard it here first.

Also, there's been some stunning sunsets and sunrises this week, in particular one over Earl Crag. Good for the soul. Lately I feel more of a spiritual connection with nature, I don't claim to understand it but it's a positive thing. I'm a spiritual atheist, I can't explain it but it seems to fit for me.

Something for everyone out there for all of you who are fighting your own personal battles:

The Blessing of Unanswered Prayers

I asked for strength that I might achieve;
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for,
but eveything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered;
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.

--- Unknown Confederate soldier



"I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."



Please read and try to find meaning in these, nothing is forever, that much I have learnt. To get anywhere you must learn not only to take the rough with the smooth but to be strong when all seems lost and to gain as much from your setbacks as from your progress.

Ask for nothing, give all you can, help without prompting, suffer without cause, achieve without acknowledgement, fight for what you believe is right. Be a good person.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Quixotic Elixir

A week of ups and downs. Fact is, I'm still not a healthy man and I'm still not healed. I went running on tuesday, managed a very good time for my circuit (around 20% off my first run after the injury), unfortunately I encountered some discomfort and my urine was periodically red-tinged. Stuff like this just scares the hell out of you when you've been through what I have. But all seems fine again now, I'm just going to leave the running for a bit longer. I played my first waterpolo match of the season against Lymm on thursday, BGS scored an 11-8 victory, good for a largely inexperienced team against fairly good opposition. I managed to get a goal for myself even, which when you play fullback is easier said than done. My fitness was predictably poor but I played until I could literally swim no more before being subbed, I played around 3 quarters worth of the match in two blocks. It was a very good way to start of my captaincy. We had a great session of waterpolo training on friday night too with us playing a 4v5 full pool match which was a brutal test of fitness. With tuesday evenings being fitness night at waterpolo I'm hoping it won't be too long before I get a reasonable level back again.

Today I had to get up at 5am (replacement bus services SUCK) and go to Leeds early for my driving theory test. I passed that and then crossed the road and hit the Art Gallery. For an hour, I trained on my own and had a good time, initially everything was alien and terrifying but everything came back pretty fast and I even managed to get some new movements going. I'm not trying anything "big" or too dependant on strength at the moment but it's encouraging that I haven't lost as much as I could have done in terms of ability. We had some fantastic and enthusiastic younger kids along with us today and I enjoyed teaching them and passing on some advice. Whilst I'm not physically 100% I'm trying to put more effort into helping others to compensate, I did have a few successes today with getting others to try new things or fulfil their potential so I was very pleased to see that. I tire very easily and towards the end of the day I had a bit of discomfort from the injury but it's truly just fantastic to be back, even if I did get a little miserable towards the end (sorry guys!). Oh and I bought a new Nike Pro Vent Long Sleeve to keep warm now it's getting cold.

Tomorrow if I get time and the weather goes my way I'll be out on the moors again like last weekend. Then I'm going to spend some time with my 3 week-old Nephew Elliot in the evening. I'm getting there.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Don't Stop Me Now!

Wow, what a weekend. I passed on training on saturday since all the guys were in Liverpool and so I could get work done and go to Sam's 18th party in the evening. I got back at 2:30am to find a text from Hollie asking if I was up for coming to Ilkley on sunday. So of course, I did the natural thing, spent two hours finishing my work and after 6 hours sleep I was out of bed and getting ready to go to Ilkley. We went on the moors and after a tentative start, I began to find some of my old form. I think my confidence and technique hasn't suffered too badly from my 7 week absence. In myself, I felt fantastic, it was a beautiful day and the moors is the place to be on a day like today. Gina joined us later on and we tried to teach her a little parkour and had a good laugh about it. Then it was back to Ilkley for coffee and muffins and then the bus back to Keighley. I feel alive, days like this are what happiness is made of.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

First steps

Today was a big day in the overall scheme of my recovery. It marked 3 weeks since I was discharged from hospital for the last time and so it meant I was allowed to run again. I did a favourite local circuit of mine, it's about 1.7 miles and has 144m of height gain (bigger than nearley any single climb on the Dalesway) which is near-continuous in the first half of the run! I was very pleased to manage it in around 15 minutes, several minutes off my normal pace but I burnt out badly near the top of the hill and was going easy on the descents. Encouraging stuff but still far below what I was doing before the accident, now the real hard work begins. It was lovely just to be out in the fields on a crisp autumn day, people who are convinced of their hatred of running are missing out, big-time.

Oh and for anyone who runs: www.mapmyrun.com, I use it to find out elevation data and distances for my runs and to come up with new routes. Very, very useful.

Tomorrow I go back to my first waterpolo training session since my injury, it's going to be tough but now is the time to get stuck into training once more. I'm so happy just to have finally reached this day, a good run, a good stretch and a big plate of pasta, chicken and home-made tomato sauce. The simple things in life can be so great.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Preparation

This week I've had to do an enormous amount of maths and physics in preparation for Oxfords entrance exams. However in my down-time I've been trying to get myself ready to roll again as soon as I can. I've been doing mobility and flexibility work and some gentle grip work and things like that that I can do safely. In myself, I had about 4 very bad days where I was back on tramadol because the pain came back, thankfully it's gone again for the past two days. But, mostly, I feel good, just really getting rather frustrated. Last night I put on my running kit and my rucksack for the first time in ages, I wanted nothing more than to run out the front door and head for open country. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

EDIT: Also, please support my good friend Luke in his own charity challenge here.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Rebuilding from the ground up... (and my triple marathon fundraising challenge!)

The Recovery...

Well, further to the last post, obviously my injury saga has run on for quite some time now. I've been catheter-free for 6 days but they actually had to take it out early because the catheter got blocked and couldn't be cleared. So, now the dust (or should that be blood) is settling, it's time to take a damage report and work out how I'm going to get myself fit again. The biggest problem is that I have to be very careful to avoid reopening the wound (apparently a 50% tear) because that will undo everything. At the current stage, I'm too tired and weak to do much anyway. Having spoken to my consultant before I left hospital (for the last time I hope) on thursday, I'm allowed to start swimming again in two weeks (good news when you're waterpolo captain) and then start running again the week after that. The killer blow however is that I won't safely be able to do any sort of hard strength training (be it bodyweight or external resistance) until after I've had a cystoscopy at the end of November. This also means I'm going to have to avoid pushing anywhere near my limits in movements until that point as well. But, it will be an interesting exercise in adapting my movements to my body. Also, I talked about tiredness and weakness, I lost 1/3 of my haemoglobin and this is the reason why. Some days I nearly black out when I stand up, I become incredibly dizzy and my vision blurs and darkens and then develops black patches. To combat this, I'm going to be taking iron tablets 3 times a day for the next two months. Apparently from my running years I had a very high normal haemoglobin level, it's only that that's saved me from needing a transfusion.

So anyway, it's going to be an interesting 6 weeks until my cystoscopy, that much is for sure. The plan is as soon as I can swim and run again I'm going to focus on rebuilding my cardio and circulatory systems. Until my haemoglobin recovers I'll effectively be doing altitude training anyway, all the rage these days (*rolls eyes*). The thing that has to be avoided is increasing my blood pressure, that is what could burst the whole thing open again. So, imagine how much you strain when you do your 1RM squat in the gym or when you do one armed chin up work. You can guess those are off the menu! There is a positive to be taken from this though, even though my biceps have shrunk and I've put on a bit of fat over my abs, I'd been plagued by bicep tendonitis for the past two months or so, the period of enforced rest should nicely banish that for good. It's tough because as I get stronger and healthier again, I feel more frustrated at the lack of things I can do. But hopefully, as soon as I can start swimming and running, I will have something to focus on and that will get me going again.

The Challenge...

Oh and one last thing, I've already mentioned it to some local people but there's a challenge I decided I wanted to do over the summer. I know it will take a huge amount of preparation (particularly now because my injury has damaged my cardio so badly, the one area that is key for this). My goal is to run the entire length of the Dalesway path from Ilkley to Lake Windermere in under 24 hours. Sources for the exact distance of the path vary but it is around 75-80 miles. This means I would be attempting to run around 3 marathons worth of hilly and rough terrain. This is my motivation for my running training (in fact, I'd started doing some long runs to explore the idea but unfortunately my accident prevented me from continuing). My aim is to run it completely solo, I will be running with a small rucksack containing all my water, clothing and food (probably going to be entirely energy gels because I have to keep on moving). I will be experimenting on running with poles to try and take some of the strain off my legs on the big climbs. The aim is to do it sometime before the end of the summer of 2008, I'm well aware it's better conditions for running when it's cold but even though I intend to run with a headtorch if necessary to finish the route in the dark, I hope this will not be necessary. My aim is nearer the time to have run as far as Kendal, which is around 18 miles from the finishing point. This should give me some idea of whether I'm capable of the full thing or not and will include most of the hills (though there are a few nice ones in the final leg to finish me off). Why do I want to do this? It's an enormous personal challenge and provides a huge incentive to develop my endurance to a point far beyond even when I raced for West Yorkshire. But most of all, I want to give something back to the world, I want to use the sheer insanity of this idea to persuade as many people as possible to sponsor me in order to raise money for the charity Whizz Kidz. What is the one thing we traceurs take for granted more than anything else? Our ability to move. Having spent the last four weeks with nearley no movement of my own in hospital (indeed, I've been in a wheelchair a fair few times), I realise that it's an incredible blow to your quality of life. Whizz Kidz provides specialist mobility equipment that gives disabled children and young adults their lives back by giving them the gift we enjoy every time we practice our discipline, the gift of movement. Nearer the time I will be setting up a Just Giving page and I really hope that the parkour community and my friends and family and their friends and family etc. will understand my cause here and give generously so that we can help a few more children enjoy the gift of movement. I think that this is a cause we can all relate to.

Anyways, that is in the future but as soon as I can run again, the training begins. Considering I've never run more than about half-marathon distance before, I have a lot of work to do, particularly starting from such a low point. I'll be sure to keep people updated on my progress through this blog.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Down but not out

Well, it started out as this post on Jam:

I have to say, before we start, this story is not for readers of a sensitive disposition, but frankly there's no way of describing what happened to me without being fairly graphic. I hope people can learn from this, because taking a simple movement for granted and not paying attention to what I was doing was the sole cause of this accident.

So, anyway, after a good days training, we were having a really good game of tig at the area around the Royal Armories. Anyone who's played tig there knows that it tends to result in a pretty crazy game. So anyway, as Harrison ran towards me, I was standing on top of a wall about 7 foot high. As usual, I started to jump down to the ground on the opposite side of the wall to him. Unluckily for me, I'd failed to notice my other foot was right near the opposite edge of the wall I was concentrating so much on the flow of the game. As I began to jump, that foot lost grip and I landed cleanly on the edge of the wall directly on the gooch. The only small mercy was that I managed to somehow miss my testicles as I fell slightly backwards. Of course, because I fell onto the edge of the wall, I then had to fall off it sideways, somehow landing on my feet. Straight away there was some pretty intense pain coming from where it had hit the wall. Part of me wanted to just curl up and feel sorry for myself. Unfortunatley I wasn't going to escape with just bruising. Very shortly after that I could feel the familiar feeling of blood, only this wasn't an external wound. I was involuntarily urinating myself with pure blood. And it was coming out at quite a rate and there was nothing I could do to stop it. So, realising that walking would probably be quicker than an ambulance, I set off to LGI, about 20 minutes walk away, with the rest of the guys I was training with at the time. I have to say, walking through the streets of Leeds in fairly bad pain with blood pouring down both of my legs, pooling in my boxer shorts and gradually soaking through my trousers was one of the least pleasant experiences of my life. The involuntary urination stopped after a while but what I didn't realise is that when I wasn't consciously letting the blood out, it was still leaking out anyway, just not as fast.

Eventually, we arrived at A&E where I had to queue for reception and then explain my condition, by this time the involuntary urination of blood had started with renewed vigour. When being asked questions such as "what religious beliefs do you hold" and "do you live with your parents?" I wanted to scream "I'm bleeding out of my genitals at a rapid rate as I'm speaking to you, please find me a urologist now so that I might have some chance of having children someday!". But no, instead I was sent to another waiting area, where I proceeded to sit with Scott, Harrison and Pete (thanks for the support guys) and slowly coated the chair in a thick layer of my blood. After about 45 minutes of watching old ladies being wheeled in from ambulances and skipping me in the queue, finally my name was called. I was taken into a room with a nurse who asked me a few more questions (this time they actually seemed to care what was wrong with me). I had to go give them a urine sample, so I limped my way along to the toilet and tried to deliver the goods. I finally managed to release as it were and I can honestly say that was the single most painful moment of my life. It was like my entire urethra was on fire. I staggered back to the treatment room with a bottle full of blood, really tempted to just lie down and cry the pain was so bad. Anyway, having seen this, they decided to skip the urine tests as it was pretty obvious and transfered me to another cubicle where I was examined by a doctor and then a urologist. The diagnosis - I'd completely smashed my urethra at the point where it hit the wall and as such, it was pouring out blood which only had one way to escape. Fortunately though, it was still in tact, otherwise I'd be looking at serious problems such as being poisoned from my own urine escaping.

After this, they decided to take some blood samples and fit me with one of those drip things. Typically, despite selecting the huge bulging vein in my forearm, they missed the first time with the drip needle. Second time they hit the target but only after wiggling the needle around and moving it around a fair bit (never knew they were that long). Thankfully they hit the mark for the blood samples. By this stage, they were done with me so I was left to slowly bleed into the huge assortment of pads surrounding my lower region. Pete, Scott and Harrison had to go home at this point so I was left for an hour listening to the alarms going off and the sounds of patients moaning in pain whilst I sat in utter disbelief at what had happened to me. Thankfully though, the doctors decided I didn't need a catheter fitting! Eventually, my family arrived and managed to persuade them to transfer me to Airedale (my local hospital). By this stage, the sheets of the trolley, all the pads and my hospital gown were completely red and dripping, it looked like something from a murder scene. So anyway, I was given a pair of paper underwear, stuffed it full of dressing pads, stuck some trackies and a tshirt on and walked out to the car. However, first I had to empty my bladder again. And it hurt just as badly as the first time, seriously, I cannot imagine pain worse than that. Got to Airedale about an hour later after a not very enjoyable journey.

I was given a room and a fresh gown and gladly (by now it was midnight) tried to get some sleep. I woke up about every two hours or so, covered in blood again but too tired to care. Woke up in the morning, had a surprisingly good breakfast and my first fluids. The consultant urologist came and saw me and asked for another urine sample. Thankfully though, by this stage, it wasn't anything like as bad, same sort of pain, just about 50% less intense. This time though, the sample only had a bit of blood in it rather than the circa 95% of the other one (the blood and urine separate in the sample bottle). My blood pressure read normal and I was pleased to see my resting pulse of 45 set off the low-pulse alarm. So, with this, I was allowed to go home, a shower (to wash all the caked-on blood off) and a further stabbing and collection of blood samples later, I find myself here. Still wearing my paper underwear stuffed with a fresh set of dressings and still slowly bleeding away. Apparently the bleeding should stop within about another 24 hours. Obviously I'm rather sore and swollen where I actually hit the wall and I have a nice cut down my left shin which I was too occupied with the main injury to worry about at the time. I have to go back in a few weeks and they're going to stick a camera up there (thankfully I get a general anaesthetic for that one) and check everything's ok. I'm supposed to rest for the next few days and that's exactly what I plan to do.

So there you go, who would've thought a tiny lapse in concentration could end up with internal bleeding and one very, very sore Alistair. Train safe guys and never let your concentration slip for even the simplest of movements.



But unfortunately my bleeding got worse, I had to go into hospital so then a few days later I ended up making this post on Jam:

Hello everyone

Well, I'm back out of hospital again, the story continues.

So, I went back into Airedale on Tuesday since my bleeding was really bad overnight, kept having to get up to change my pads as they were all soaked through. On my dad's advice, I avoided having any breakfast or fluids in case they needed to do a general anaesthetic. Turns out they did, but that wasn't all there was going to be to my ordeal.

So anyway, after examining the area again and observing the bleeding, Dr Sheik decided that the best thing to do would be to put in a catheter to bypass the affected area and let it heal. Unfortunatley, he was going to try this under local anaesthetic first. I knew this wasn't going to be good. So anyway, after about 10 minutes of me lying there on my own contemplating the horrors that were about to be unleashed on me, he returned with a trolley laden with syringes and worryingly long lengths of tubing. Turns out the way they give you local anaesthetic for something like this is by squirting a gel down your urethra. Handily, to kill two birds with one stone, this gel contains an anti-septic. Result? The most unbelievable pain ever, this was worse than giving the urine sample on the first night. My entire urethra was on fire, again. And the gel kept on coming and coming and had to be "worked down the urethra" to make sure the entire length was engulfed in this napalm-storm of pain. But then slowly, the anaesthetic began to take hold and a pleasant numbness took over.

Enter catheter number one. By this stage, thankfully I couldn't feel a thing other than a large length of tubing being fed down my urethra hand over hand. Unfortunatley, this wasn't working, the tube was bending on its way down before it reached the target. So, it was withdrawn from its mission whilst the invaders decided upon a new strategy. Meanwhile, my body rebelled by discharging a lovely mixture of blood and gel onto the white hospital sheets. Naturally, in order to beat it down, this meant more gel was required, though by this stage I was too numb to feel much. Anyway, the medical staff decided to follow the age-old adage that bigger is better. So, they wheeled out the big guns, the 16 gauge catheter. Once again I had one of those "ALL of THAT is going inside me?!" moments. Unfortunatley, fate didn't even have that mercy on me. This time, it jammed at the actual point of impact between wall and urethra, the inflamed tissue raising a middle finger to the rubberised invader. However, the attackers were not to be deterred and proceeded to attempt to navigate the obstruction at least 10 times through all sorts of manipulations and efforts. But, the defence held firm. So the SS Big F**king Catheter was given an honourable discharge, clearly a new plan was required. As the local anaesthetic wore off, I realised now just how sore I was down below as a result of my struggles with the catheter. The pain was probably worse than after the accident itself, it felt like continually wanting to piss yourself and a continual burning, however, all I got out of my many toilet visits at this stage was a small amount of blood each time. I felt total despair at just how bad things had got.

Next up, they decided it was cystoscopy time. That means, they replace the catheter with a camera too see what's happened. Thankfully, at this stage, the bitch that is karma decided I'd paid for my sins already and granted me a general anaesthetic. However, they were also going to fit a catheter, and if the tear was bad, they'd simply bypass it by cutting a path straight to the bladder for it. Now I know chicks dig scars and all that but I'd rather not be left with any sort of legacy of this injury so I was hoping that they'd somehow manage to get a catheter in the traditional route rather than "Super-direct (as climbers would say)". So anyway, after pretending to read and signing about 200 consent forms giving them permission to do pretty much anything to me, into the theatre gown, onto the trolley and into the anaesthetic room we went.

Here they kitted me up with a load of stick-on pads and various other bits and pieces as part of the monitoring. The anaesthetists were really cool guys and kept me entertained so I didn't worry too much about what lay in store, or more specifically, just how sore I was going to be when I woke up. So anyway, finally, they fitted a drip tap to my hand (thankfully this was a blue, one of the smallest, LGI fitted me with a green, one of the biggest). So, the first small syringe of clear liquid was supposed to make me feel light headed, and that it did. Then, a huge syringe of whiteish paste, this was the K.O. part. My hand and then my arm began to tingle and then very gently, I knew I was on my way out. "I'm off, see you on the other side" I said. "Think of something nice" my anaesthetist replied.

The next thing I knew, I slowly came-to in the recovery room. Having had a few hours vanish from your day and having no idea where you are or what's been done to you sure makes for an entertaining few minutes while you figure out what's happened. Pretty much the first thing I did was to ask the nurse where the toilet was, I still felt like I needed it. "You don't need to anymore, you have a catheter now" she replied. Ah, good point. A quick check downstairs confirmed they'd got the catheter in the conventional route, good news. Before I'd barely come to my senses, I was wheeled back to my room. Unfortunatley, the anaesthetic was starting to wear thin by this stage and everything down below was becoming seriously painful. A nurse was dispatched to get me some pain relief, "morphine would be nice!". Paracetamol and a Tramadol were what I got. Thankfully, these did do their job, after about 20 minutes the terrible pain was replaced by a far more likeable numbness. I manage to eat some toast, even though after the anaesthetic I had a very sore and dry throat that wasn't doing too good a job of swallowing.

Anyhow, soon after Dr Sheik came in to see me, the camera showed it's not too bad a tear. The catheter is staying for 10 days and has a leg-bag so I can still walk around with it on (though tbh, I prefer not to at the moment because this means the tube moves a bit and with the surrounding tissue sore as hell, it hurts rather a lot). The leg bag holds half a litre and so has to be emptied fairly regularly, the overnight extension bag (non-portable) holds two extra litres so I can merrily sleep for half the day without interruption. So yeah, after a lesson in how to use the thing, I was sent home again to rest. Oh and no physical activity until the catheter's removed. Sigh.

So yeah, at current, life with the catheter is still rather sore and I'm binging on paracetamol and ibuprofen as often as I can. For those who wonder, you can't feel a thing when you urinate, you no longer have any control over it, the urine just flows straight from your bladder into your bag. Oh and to hold it in place? There's a small balloon in the bladder. So anyhow, hopefully life will get a bit more tolerable when I become less sore but for now there's just a lot of shuffling around very slowly and lying down. On the upside, all of this did stop the bleeding though so hopefully that means when the catheter comes out, it'll be all mended and good as new.


So, yeah, no training for me for a while!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Time for change

Ok, I haven't updated in ages, my computer's power supply exploded and since I replaced it, I've been very busy training my ass off. I realised in this time that rather than going on about my latest achievements and general ego-wanking, I should start trying to be more useful with this blog. Training's not about individual movements or anything like that, perhaps I used to think like that but that's not a terribly good way to see things. I've grown massively as a person over the course of this summer, I've learnt a huge amount about myself and my training and I've been hugely inspired by some people along the way. My focus now is on trying to help people and also to try and simply get outside and move as much as possible so as to build up a foundation of basic movement ability based around confidence and ambidextirity. Of course, this is accompanied by a renewed drive towards greater conditioning, OAC, OAP and Back Lever by my 18th Birthday (25th May 2008) are some goals I have in mind. Training has been going well, only real issue of late is some slight tendonitis around my elbows from the OAC training and muscle ups but I've been resting it and it's recovering well. Anyhow, I'm doing some teaching this week and a lot of training, it's all good stuff. Trying my hardest to be useful! Oh and there's an article I wrote a while back but never published, I'll stick it up here after this post, see what you think.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Three Phases Of Parkour Movement?

Recently, in the course of my training and discussing training with others, I have realised that in many respects, a traceur’s ability to perform a parkour movement is determined by three key factors:

1) Confidence
2) Technique
3) Strength/Condition

What I find interesting is to observe is that for many traceurs, each one of these tends to be a limiting factor at different points in their development of that particular movement. For most, confidence is the first limiting factor they encounter. Once they have a basic understanding of the techniques (or even in the process of acquiring this) they tend to be limited by the confidence to actually jump over the wall or perform a saut de chat or whatever movement they are faced with.

A classic movement that is an example of this is the saut de precision. For many traceurs, they will begin with very small jumps indeed, well within their physical capabilities. Mostly they are afraid of committing to a jump that is simply too big, undershooting and injuring themselves. They will eventually reach a point where they are jumping well for their ability level. At this point, the technique aspect becomes key. Via refining their technique in various ways, they can usually gain a significant amount of distance. And then eventually they will have worked on their technique such to the point that by diminishing returns, the only improvements that are left to make are very minor and so produce very little gain. It is at this point that in order to progress, the real hard work begins. Specific strength training is now the path to further progress in the movement. In the case of precision jumps, this is obviously very heavily focused on the lower body.

An interesting observation is that in each phase, the rate of progress is reduced, again, diminishing returns. To overcome confidence problems, often all you need to do is convince yourself you are physically capable or practice similar movements in different situations. Technique refinements take practice, observation and persistence. You also often have to accept that sometimes this means taking a step back. For me, this was with the saut de chat, when changing from “jump stop” (two-footed) takeoffs to “split foot” takeoffs, for a few weeks after forcing myself to make the change, my distance and general proficiency with the movement plummeted and then gradually built back up again, eventually going on to far exceed what I could achieve with the old technique. Simple changes can have a huge difference, my saut de chat distance improved dramatically simply by starting to take off a bit further from the wall. Strength limitations tend to require far more effort, the amount of effort that I put into my upper body conditioning to achieve relatively small improvements in climbups is hugely disproportionate compared to the benefits some simple technique refinements have made along the way.

I’m writing this in the hope that it will encourage traceurs at all stages to make the most of their training. People talk of plateaus in training, yet I think this is more that at certain moments, your limiting factors seem more overbearing. Certainly, where strength is a limiting factor, it can seem like an impossible mountain to climb. But you should know, that there is always a path to improvement, and it can usually be found in one of those areas. I think this is why the composition of people’s training tends to change over time as well. Hollie has recently returned from Lisses and told me that in Lisses the traceurs do very little in the way of specific movement training, the vast majority of their training is conditioning, perhaps sometimes incorporating some movements. I can only speculate about what it must be like to have so much experience but I imagine that by that point in your training, that is the appropriate way to train because strength will be the only real limiting factor having had so much experience to acquire the confidence and the technical abilities.

I feel that for the majority of my movements, the limiting factor is now strength. However, an interesting point to note is that often when applying a familiar movement to a new situation you can find yourself needing to start from square one again almost. This has recently struck me when it comes to large, level or near-level armjumps. The thing with these is they require a different technical approach to smaller level armjumps or armjumps with more of a height difference. So of course, it’s back to square one and off to find a nice place where I can practice them in relative safety (nice and close to ground level). It is here where I will acquire the confidence with that type of movement, then moving to applying the movement to more and more situations. It is at this point that the technique refinements begin in order to stress my body as little as possible on impact and gain the greatest possible efficiency from the physical effort I put in. Eventually, at some point way off in the future, I will be able to perform the movement across a gap as wide as I can physically manage with my jumping distance and upper/core strength. At this point, the strength becomes a limiting factor again and only by increasing my jumping distance will I be able to progress beyond this.

You get the idea, I just found these observations to be interesting. I think if you look at things with an analytical mind, you can identify what you limiting factor on a movement is and this will allow you to make progress, no matter how big or small, by training appropriately.

Good luck and enjoy your training!

Monday, June 04, 2007

One Road To Freedom

I'm completely losing track of time so I don't really remember much from the past few days. I had a good training session where I made big progress in my climbups apart from chin-butting the wall on one of them which wasn't so pleasant. Dumbell bicep curl 1RM is up to 22.5kg on both arms but left struggles a lot more than right. Sleep patterns have gone completely insane, currently trying to reset my body clock as it were. Wednesday, thursday and friday I have 2 exams per day, totaling 10 hours. Stress is catching up with me now, these next few days are not going to be pleasant. Went out training tonight, felt crap, did crap. Climbups were terrible, ambidextirity was poor, control was bad. Sorta reflects my current state, I quit whilst I was ahead and came back in. Only real good thing was passe murailles continue to get speedier. I'll be able to train like crazy this weekend after all this is over, that's all I have to keep me going really. No matter how dark, cold and lonely the night, the sun will always rise again...

Oh and I forgot to mention in my last post, my sister had her scan, turns out I'm getting a Newphew. Knew it all along. With two cycling and running enthusiasts for parents they'll get him in a good physical state ready to become the best traceur of his generation!

Me (far right), my siblings and my brothers-in-law at the wedding:

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Another lonely day...

Ok, picking up where I left off last time. Had a decent birthday, got another 20kg of weights to stick on my dumbells amongst other stuff which is useful. Friday I met up with Mac and his brother in Keighley as planned. Had a fun little session, I think I managed to teach them some stuff and I also progressed a bit personally. Learnt lazy turnvaults just for a laugh, haven't tried to do them in about a year, found them a lot easier this time around. Also managed a catpass armjump off a rail but it was just barely, heels practically skimming the ground on the landing. Also, didn't feel up to rule of 3ing it, sprinting at a rail and catpassing it, there's only so many times your nerves can take it. I'll return to it next time and try and improve my momentum carrying via the catpass that bit further in order to make it tidier. One good thing we have in Keighley is an excellent wall for passe muraille practice, with all heights from about 5 foot to about 12 foot available. I used the highest section to practice carrying momentum from the passe muraille into the climbup. When it worked it made the whole thing a lot quicker, when it didn't, I just got totally stuck. Something to work on haha. Oh and having found a place to actually do them, I got overgripped climbups into a catpass style movement onto the wall as one fluid movement. I'm wondering now if I could do this on the big overgripped armjump up at the Uni, would be pretty cool if I could. Anyway, it was a fun couple of hours and I look forward to being able to spend much more time with Mac and the others from Keighley in the future, lots of potential there.

On saturday my sister got married to her partner of 9 years, it was a fantastic and really happy day. Though I managed to forget about the stone arch in my garden, neatly flooring myself going down the steps under it and cutting my head open. The cut isn't too bad but the blood went all over me, hadn't appreciated just how bad head wounds bleed. Still, at least I know in case I have to treat one in the future now (the medically trained memebers of my family took care of it, no stitches needed thankfully).

The last few days were spent just conditioning at every possible opertunity, particularly taking advantage of my new heavier dumbells. Tested my 1RM for dumbell bicep curls, 20kg, 22.5kg is really close but I can't quite manage yet. I'm trying to use as many different methods as possible in my strength training and conditioning at the moment, weight training is just one of them.

Last night I decided to go quad walking, something I haven't done in a while. I set up a lovely (not!) course in my garden entirely on tarmac or stone surfaces. I did the entire thing in just my running shorts, it took 19 minutes for 3 laps. Can honestly say that was a pretty unpleasant experience, particularly the downhill and the downwards staircase. My shoulders are feeling in bad need of a massage today, I guess that shows the sort of effort put in. Also was fairly punishing on the skin of the feet, big toe mostly, good for toughening up the skin though. So yeah, much respect to Jin for what he's doing with his crawl.

Today has just been conditioning, haven't had the time to do much else. Oh and after an exam/coursework imposed break of a few weeks, I managed make it to Bingley to do my voluntary work with the Blind Assosciation again, Elsie and co. were glad to have their handsome young man back! Life goes on, in 9 days I will have completed all my exams until next January, roll on that time! I'm living a fairly lonely existance at the moment which is a shame, I miss you guys in Leeds, all of you. I miss my other friends too. But hopefully after the exams I'll see loads of everyone again. My emotional state at the moment isn't fantastic but I hope someday there'll be a happy outcome in that respect. Training keeps me reasonably occupied and focused anyway, best to try and focus on what you have at this moment in time, not what you've lost.

Ciao

Thursday, May 24, 2007

One by one they fall...

I'm motoring on fairly nicely training-wise at the moment. Tidying up from my last entry, I did the entire of Scott's daily bodyweight sets, added 100 assorted bicep curls and topped it off with a cold shower and a protein shake. Felt absolutley fine the next day, I was rather pleased about that. The main problem with that program is it takes far too long, particularly the situps. So I'm sticking to doing my own thing as I don't have the time for that most nights. I feel my recovery is at its best ever, useful since my ability to recover will be pushed to the max this summer. I continue to condition in some shape or form every single night.

On monday I got outside in my garden in the lovely sunshine. Spent two hours finding new movements and improving old ones. Took big steps forwards in terms of the control and silence of my landings. I'm learning to lean back and relax into precision landings, even on jumps on the edge of my range or involving larger drops (for the distance, ~10 1/2 foot across, 1 foot down, for the height ~10 foot across, 5 foot down). This leads to much nicer landings, great success! Found some new ways of moving through the cherry tree in my garden and just generally had a really good session.

Wednesday was similar to the last one, only Hollie met me a bit earlier this time having come straight from school in her uniform and got changed in the toilets in Leeds station. Your dedication is appreciated Hol! We visited the armouries and the area near the bookshop at the university and some places inbetween. It was a productive session for both of us, I applied my better precision landings, improved ambidextirity and the other things I have been working on fairly well to the enviroment of Leeds. Made a much tidier job of a new and rather large standing armjump that I just barely hung onto a few weeks ago. Bookshop area was catpass precision after catpass precision, I comfortably did all of the ones that have previously eluded me, much to my satisfaction. My takeoff technique and explosive runup are finally in tune with each other leading to much better distance. I then applied this to a new varient of an old favourite catpass precision, instead of catpassing the lower bit of the wall, I used the bit that is about 4 foot high. It took serious comittment but I was able to carry enough speed to make it eventually. Hollie ran out of energy before she could make the catpass precision she wanted but her technique is excellent, as soon as you're focused and able to commit to the movement you'll make it easily Hollie. It's great to be able to train together like this and progress together at our own levels, helping each other along the way. It's like the benefits of solo training and the benefits of training in a group with none of the drawbacks. Oh and to cap it all off, the blonde one stole my train, again. Only a 15 minute delay this time though, as funny as it is I'm getting a bit pissed off with Northern Rail screwing up so regularly lately.

Tonight I spent a fair while outside, mostly conditioning, warmed up with a bit of movement, spent ages developing and repeating many times conditioning drills for climbups before finishing off with a nice bit of quad movement. Completely annihalated my forearms and even my triceps were hit a bit by the climbup work, evidently I'm onto a winner with those exercises. I had a protein shake straight afterwards so my muscles are now busy reparing themselves. With precision landings seemingly well on the way to being sorted, climbups are now the obvious weakness to target. One by one they fall indeed.

Tomorrow I turn 17 and have my first driving lesson, a bit of a strange thought really but it will be useful in the long run once I pass my test. In an ideal world I'd celebrate with a big training fest but with my sister getting married the day afterwards and the week from hell in terms of exams after half-term, that isn't going to happen. So, instead I'm off to see the Keighley guys for a couple of hours tomorrow afternoon, hopefully find some new areas, get some good training in and help them to progress.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

That Girl Stole My Train!

Well yesterday was quite the adventure. Finished my physics practical, got changed and got my ass to Leeds as fast as possible though managing to miss the train I'd planned on getting due to it leaving early, was quite gutted to sprint all the way from school to miss it because it left a minute early. Anyway, having eventually made it to Leeds, turns out that all the trains from Ilkley to Leeds are cancelled so Hollie's on the way to Leeds on the bus (much slower). Anyway, I got some food (just as well it turns out) and then got warmed up at the Art Gallery and decided to get down to some serious drilling, something that I don't feel I do enough of in Leeds. The focus of my session was ambidextirity, I discovered that a large amount of it was mental. Anyway, I have developed reasonably effective versions of most techniques on my weaker limbs as a result, was very pleased to get passe murailles sorted. With the initial barriers overcome, the difficult part now is to develop them to the level where they are just as proficient as my techniques using my prefered limbs. Another focus was landings, I'm still struggling to "stick" precision landings from any serious sort of drop, no matter how hard I jump upwards. I think next time we train together I'll have a chat with Scott about this, I either step out forwards or rotate onto my hands like I would with a normal landing. When generally moving, I have a much lighter touch than I used to now, I'm still working away at my general jump landings and precision landings because I know they let me down, irritating when seemingly I can land just fine from any form of passement.

Anyway, Hollie turned up and got warmed up and we both carried on training away until the rain got more serious. I know people talk about being adapatable to the conditions and I agree with this, however since I'd been training in the wet for a fair bit by that point and nearley died at one stage I'd had enough. As for nearley dying, ok, perhaps not but it could've been really nasty. Doing a running jump between two levels round the side of the Art Gallery I slipped on takeoff (foot was too far over the edge in the first place). This is a diagonal jump with a corner you need to avoid, I started falling sideways, rescued myself by sacrificing some skin off my left forearm and somehow still just scraped enough distance to make the jump, slipping all over the place on the wet metal edge of the block on landing. It was a scarey moment, my head could've easily hit the sharp corner edge, with the speed I was at it would've smashed my skull up nicely and an undershoot would've been disastserous as there's plenty of things to break bones on there with those sorts of forces involved. Done that jump literally hundreds of times, again shows there's no substitute for focus and that shit can and does continue to happen.

Undercover spot is like an old friend, the barriers were in a different place to a saturday today which offered some new movements which we both took advantage of. I made a few little circuits which I did laps of though I really should've done more of that, cardio is a goal I need to work towards more when doing movements. I did a lot of work involving pike-jump style movements, they're a fantastic way of clearing awkward obstacles and of conserving your speed when passing obstacles. Oh and Hollie got her first unsupported pistol squats, I think as she gets used to the technique of doing them freestanding she'll pick up the number of reps very quickly. I avoided doing any "big" movements purposefully, at the moment I'm focusing on doing the little things well and sorting out some of my failings. A fully ambidextrous version of myself with more refined and effective techniques sounds like a good plan to me. Oh and obviously a lot stronger.

Anyway, the real adventure began when we got to the train station to go home. Ilkley trains were stopping at Guisely so Hollie had arranged to get picked up from there. She stole my train! No really, we were waiting at the platform for my train which said Skipton on it and all the screens on the platform. Then 10 mins after it was supposed to leave they changed it into a Guisley train, simply saying the Skipton was delayed indefinatley and taking the platform number of all Skipton trains on the display! Oh the irony since I'd laughed when Hollie complained that I'd stolen her train since platform 2C is usually the Ilkley train. So anyway, Hollie's train departs and so begins a long period of sitting on the floor in front of info screens getting nowhere. A Northern Rail person eventually comes and tells us to get the Manchester Victoria train, get off at Bradford Interchange, walk to Foster Square and get a Skipton train from there. Then two mins before that train leaves, they tell us there's a Skipton train on platform 5C we should get instead. So we all dutifully get on that and so begins the adventure. For whatever reason we had to go via Guisley and Baildon, meeting red signals every few hundred meters and loads of unexplained 20 minute long stops. So we get to Guisley, the Ilkley people get off, we go into reverse and start going the wrong way up the line for a bit before reaching Baildon. Finally we get to Shipley and carry on as normal. A 30 minute journey had turned into a 2 hour epic, resulting in my phone battery running dead from texting and listening to the radio to pass the time. So yeah, in the time it took me to get home I could've got to London on a GNER train practically, Northern Rail, more like Northern Fail! Ended up cooking spaghetti bolognaise at 10:30 at night and contemplating on the days events!

Anyway, I'm on study leave now, had to go into school very briefly this morning to make a recording which we dispatched in one take, meaning an hour of traveling time for 1 minute of recording, a bit frustrating. So far today I've just been revising for my lovely exams but tonight I'm going to push my conditioning up a level again, my upper body program is working well, feel and look stronger already after about a week which I consider a result. Tonight I think I'll do Scott's new daily plan (see his blog for details) and then if I have time, some of my dumbell exercises as well.

Ciao!

Monday, May 14, 2007

We'll make our way home with mud on our clothes...

The time's come to write again I suppose. Last week I had a frankly aweful week of terrible sleep patterns, unhealthy lifestyle and lack of training because of a riddiculous workload and set of deadlines. But hey, doesn't kill you makes you stronger etc. During the week I badly felt the need to get away from everything and to get some rest. So instead of my usual Leeds jaunt I slept in late, did some work for a few hours and then got the bus to Ilkley. Of course, it started raining as soon as I got on the bus but I wasn't bothered. Got to Ilkley station, had 40 mins to kill so found a nice set of railings and got down to working on weaknesses of mine. Spent 40 mins on my own moving around all over these railings infront of bemused onlookers waiting for their trains, good stuff! After 40 mins Hollie was back from York and we headed up onto the moors. We'd originally thought we might go bouldering but the rock was far too wet and the rain kept coming back for more. We weren't really too bothered, we went with our plan of going for a walk instead. We walked as far as the Apostle Stones and back, taking a very rough and path-free route, having the time of our lives sprinting through bogs and getting drenched and muddy. Just what the doctor ordered, a complete escape from all the constraints and tediums of every-day life. Just like we train our bodies, stuff like that trains the heart, the mind and the soul. Got back just before dark soaking wet and filthy but happy. A fantastic experience. For a better account, see A Freeing. on Hollie's blog.

Anyway, obviously it's all a bit manic with the runup to the exams hitting full swing now. The good thing is that study leave begins on wednesday and finally now I'm in control of my work-load. And obviously I intend to follow a similar plan to that I used to my GCSEs, work hard, train hard in your breaks. I've been hitting the upper body conditioning very hard lately because thanks to my sporting history, my leg strength is at a level well beyond that of my upper body. So I intend fully to keep this drive going in order to ensure that my body is as well-prepared for the summer as possible because I plan to live summer the best I possibly can in every respect. I've got just under 4 weeks from now until the end of my exams, even though this year I have to go back to school afterwards to get started on A2 work, I plan on making the most of the long summer evenings to get plenty of training in in all of the disciplines I love, not just parkour. And of course, after school ends, I get total control over my life for 8 weeks, like I said I want to seize this opertunity to live the absolute best possible lifestyle in every respect. But first, I've got to get through the exams, suffering and then comes the reward. And what a reward it will be.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

A passe muraille too far...

Just realised it's been nearley a month since I updated which is pretty shoddy of me, sorry. I've had a mixed few weeks, in terms of confidence and ability I've taken big steps forwards. However, I also had a serious escalation of my back injury which thankfully is now nearley gone thanks to a program of exercises and stretching, some physio and a lot of rest. I have accomplished a fair few movements that have pushed my limits in terms of confidence and ability. However, some still elude me and I am increasingly aware that I am now moving into territory where I can no longer afford to make mistakes. I have to avoid becoming obsessed with pushing myself forward at a rapid pace because eventually my expectations will exceed my physical abilities. That said, I have walked away from a fair few movements over the past few weeks that I have judged I am not ready for. There's a thin line between faith in one's abilities and overconfidence.

I don't really wish to go into too many details about yesterday but I endeavour in future to ensure that I am properly rested before attempting such long training sessions. My judgement and accuracy were impaired yesterday by the fact I was seriously underslept. To a lesser extent, my physical abilities were also impaired. This was evident by the way that I was unable to repeat some previous achievements on the edge of my ability level and also by the way that I made far more silly little mistakes that put me at risk. I clipped a leg working on a catpass precision, it's been almost a year since the last time I clipped a leg on a catpass of any description so I was very annoyed about this. And the last time I did this, I was also very fatigued (this time as a result of overtraining) and managed to do major damage to one of my knees which took a very long time to recover from. So I was not at all happy about that. Also, my hand and foot placements were all over the place, taking off too close to obstacles, nearley missing rails on passements, stuff like that. Then there was my incredibly badly judged attempt at running jump onto a higher wall that I did a few weeks ago, didn't do my back any favours. Then there was the fact I couldn't repeat the most challenging of the standing armjumps at the playhouse, I was just physically not capable. Then there was the disasterous attempt to repeat the catpass armjump I did for the first time last weekend. First time I fell out of the armjump because the catpass wasn't getting me close enough to the wall. Second time I undershot badly and landed very awkwardly on the staircase beneath, resulting in some very sharp pain in both ankles which thankfully subsided after a few minutes. Looking back at it, my feet were way too close to the wall at takeoff and so my catpass was sending me flying up in the air rather than forwards which is what is required for that movement. I also have huge confidence issues with that movement so I need to sort that whole mess out badly. Also, I cut my shin open for the first time in ages with a poorly judged crane. Then, to cap it all off, doing a run back through Keighley on my way home, I fudged a passe muraille up a fairly high wall, got a poor grip but decided to hold on for dear life anyway, as a result, suffered possibly the worst ripped callous I've ever had. It wasn't a case of weak skin, it was a case of putting stupidly large amounts of stress on the surface of the skin through poor technique. I had some achievements as well but I don't feel like it's worth going into them when I made so many errors in the course of the same day. I'm hoping this is a lesson to myself and I'll avoid similar stuff in the future. It's also a reminder to be careful not to push too far too fast.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

At the end of the day, when every price has been paid...

I've had a frustrating but interesting week. The problem is with AS levels looming this summer I have a huge amount of work to do, I'm finishing off self-teaching a further maths M2 module over these holidays on top of all my revision/work and it's taking up huge amounts of my time. So as a consequence, I've ended up spending lots of days just working. I still try to train enough to keep a steady rate of progression though, I need to hold on for now until the end of the summer exams, once I've survived that, it's time for the summer to really begin. So I'll only write about the days I've done anything more than go outside and move around a bit or a bit of conditioning.

Wednesday: Met a couple of traceurs in Keighley for a few hours after my weekly voluntary work with the Bingley Blind Assosciation (which I love but that's for another post to talk about). I'd met one of them (Mac) on msn a while ago but never actually had a chance to meet them. It was interesting, they've been training a fair while but not very hard, I think a lack of motivation and people more experienced to show them the way has held them back. Keighley is a pretty rubbish town to train in, what we call spots here we'd walk straight past in Leeds but we have to make do with what we have. I'd never really trained much in Keighley but they pointed out a few things to me I'd missed which can be used for training. I hope I taught them a bit in the process too, showed them new movements in existing areas. I hope in the long term I can get more involved with them and help them to progress and learn from my experience, they already show a lot of potential. I spotted a pretty big and awkward catpass armjump which I belive is within my reach, however it requires a lot of commitment if it's to be done and the takeoff is off a railing. There's a catpass precision off a pretty high rail onto a wall as well. I tend to go too close to the rail for rail catpasses which means I kill some of my momentum. So I really need to work on catpassing rails in general and then come back to these with a fresh mind and greater confidence. More training options are still more training options, no matter what form they take.


Saturday: Another sunny saturday in Leeds, it was a shame that Hollie and Jamie are both away from Leeds at the moment and couldn't be there but nothing's ever perfect. Anyhow, ended up getting to Leeds about an hour later than I planned because had to get a replacement bus for half of my train journey to Leeds and the driver set off in completely the wrong direction for Leeds before being corrected by a passenger. He then took an incredibly indirect route. Sigh. But anyway, I eventually made it to the Art Gallery. Said my hellos, was pleased to see Scott had the day off work with it being a bank holiday. Kudos to him, still suffering from the afformentioned back injury, he spent the entire day teaching and doing some light training completely barefoot. Didn't even bring any shoes or any clothes other than his trousers with him. At least he'll get tougher feet out of the day.

Anyhow, did my usual warmup at the Art Gallery, had a bit of a run, did some dynamic stretches and then eased into the parkour. My judgement and control continues to improve, along with my confidence. I take movements for granted now that would've required serious preparation not too long ago. I think a few posts ago I talked about a running armjump at the Art Gallery off the second of a line of bollards and how we thought it was probably possible to do it from the third one. Well it took a fair bit of prep work but I got it off the third one. Pretty good feeling. On the down side though, I was twisting my legs to the side a bit which is not a good thing at all. Strange how the body has instincts, usually good but that particular one actually makes you more likely to get hurt. I haven't twisted on an armjump in a very long time now so I'll be drilling that one next time I'm in Leeds to sort it out. I would've prefered to have stayed at the Art Gallery for longer but everyone else seemed to want to move on (*cough* wanted grass to trick on *cough*) so I went with them.

We went to Millenium Square next, I finally got the big passe muraille done, it's probably twice my headheight or there abouts. I really focused on being explosive with the last few steps of my runup and using the best possible technique and I found myself getting more height than I ever have done before. Got it on the second attempt, was pretty happy about that, I've grabbed and then fallen off or just outright missed the top of that wall so many times it's nice to break the curse. Did some bits and pieces in that area including a pretty tricky tic tac to crane which wasn't considered possible by Ed and Jamie. Sometime when there's less people around and it's all less chaotic I should have a proper look over Millenium Square again, it's a much underappreciated spot and I feel certain there's more to be done with it.

Anyhow, on, predictably to Morrisons. Having made it all the way along the gradually increasing in height wall using catpasses off the floor, I decided to work on other things in the same manner. Firstly, I catpassed the highest bit of the wall again a few times to make sure I am becoming comfortable with it. The answer to this was yes, which is good as it means I am now comfortable catpassing stuff above shoulder height. So anyway, I spent a good bit of time working my way along the wall with speed passes and pop catpasses (as in clearing the wall, not just popping onto it). The speed passes were pretty scarey but I got a fair way along the wall before my confidence gave out. Something to work on. Pop catpassing over walls of a reasonable thickness like the Morrisons one is pretty difficult, however it is definatley a useful movement and worthy of more training time in the future. Was just lining up to repeat the big running armjump when a security lady spoiled the fun. Oh well, can't have it all your own way.

Onwards and upwards to the uni where I had a good look at the catpass armjump across the stairs by the entrance. Frustratingly, trial runs on the bit without the stairs underneath proved that it's comfortably within my reach (but the landing wall is not high enough in this section for it to be landable). However, there is a huge pile of decomposing leaves in the takeoff area for the bit over the stairs and benath that, a load of slippery mud. So if Scott and myself really want to do this, then we're going to have to shift all of the leaves and then leave the mud to dry. Fantastic. What are dead leaves doing around in spring anyway?! Went on to the dash wall area, somewhere I haven't visited for ages. Dash wall is pretty much the perfect wall for vaulting practice so it was great fun to let rip with flat out speed passes and cat passes over it and enjoy flying as far as possible. Revisited an old armjump which took me months to do back in the day, didn't even bat an eyelid doing it this time. Sonic (forgotten your real name, sorry) helpfully showed me a place I'd never noticed before in the area. Had a lovely standing armjump and precision to reverse it over a moderatley deep hole in the ground. Did the armjump about 10 times, building confidence and tecnique. Irritatingly, when I get tired, my climbups adopt sloppy habbits, I transition too early, making the climbups slow and cutting my wrists. So I need to be stricter with myself on that. The precision back was a fair mental challenge, faced with about 10 foot of drop beneath me and about 9/10 foot to travel with a drop of a foot and a bit on my side, it was quite hard to get done. The problem was, even when I did it and repeated it plenty of times, I wasn't able to relax like I normally would on that kind of jump and land softly, I was landing far too heavily as a result of my lack of confidence not letting me relax before I landed.

Headed off out the top of the Uni onto some other spots. Revisited lots of stuff that used to seem difficult, it's really nice being able to do that sort of stuff much easier now. I was starting to develop concerns about my back again by this stage and so started doing less. Eventually we ended up in a really cool little area in an estate that I've never been to before but some of the others had. There were loads of cool little technical movements to do there and it was great fun. Unfortunatley, after landing one running jump over and obstacle onto another, I felt my back spasm with pain. I knew immediatley at that point I was more or less finished for the day, unfortunatley.

We made our way back into town via the estate across the road from the swimming pool and the overpass from the swimming pool. Had time to eye-up the 13 foot level armjump in the estate that tempts us every time. I didn't even bother trying because my back was not up to any sort of impact, not even just dropping off the takeoff wall. Ed pointed out that it's also doable as a running precision across a different point. I think though that before too long, these will get done because it is most definatley possible, just yet another test of confidence and commitment. Likewise the 12 foot armjump at the swimming pool itself. But I'm not going to obsess over those, they'll get done eventually and there's no sense in rushing, particularly not with an injury.

Anyway, with all my work and Duke Of Edinburgh, looks like two weeks of rest ahead, I'll still work on my conditioning though. If my back persists after the rest, I will go get medical help.

Plenty done, plenty more to aim for.

Oh and here's a cool pic of me and Ed (the little guy haha) as we were making our way back through the estate yesterday:

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Life...

It's been a while since I updated this and to be perfectly honest I can't really remember what I did last week other than that I had another fantastic barefoot session on monday. Thursday, friday, saturday and sunday I was in Krakow, Poland on a trip visiting Auschwitz and some other interesting places. Both the places we visited and the partying in the evenings were real eye-openers for me. I can't really summarise it but it's definatley changed my outlook on life. I've realised that life is short, futile, unpredictable and can easily be ruined. In The Shawshank Redemption there is the recurring quote "get busy livin or get busy dyin". I most definatley intend to get busy livin because you never know what tomorrow may bring, I'm going to live life to the full in every respect. I now have a personal flickr for my photography, I'm slowly processing photos from my trip, I'll post the link on here eventually once I'm done, there are some pretty powerful ones. Anyway, a couple of "people shots" from the trip taken by others:
















All of us in an underground chapel in the salt mines.
























Me, Mike, Cam and Toby in the legendary pub/club that was CK Browar with 5 litres of beer that cost less than £10. Gotta love Poland.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Fear is only a four letter restriction in the back of my mind...

Thursday: Illness, still. Grip training and some light conditioning to keep me occupied.

Friday: Actually felt worse than thursday, couldn't face up to the thought of waterpolo fitness, had an easy night.

Saturday: Where to start, hmm. Got out of bed to see that it was grey but dry outside. Fortunate considering the rain of friday. Got up as normal, had the choice of sprinting for the early train or waiting 30 mins more and walking for the later train. Of course I sprinted for the early train, extremely grateful that my trusty Berghaus 640 bag actually lets me do parkour movements whilst staying pinned to my back. Parkour applied practically I suppose. Anyhow, got into Leeds, arrived at the Art Gallery. None of the people I normally train with were there so I just got busy training on my own whilst the others seemed to prefer sitting around doing nothing. Got absolutley loads done, still finding new movements at the Art Gallery, also conquered a few of them that previously scared me including armjumping onto a corner and the precision back (mental challenges rather than physical). Interupted this briefly to patch up "Sonic" who'd put a lovely hole in his leg on the exact same precision Scott put one in his leg on (though Scott's was worse I have to say). Cleaned it up, covered it up with a self-adhesive dressing and he was up and running again. Toby and Pete were both there, both on their second ever training session. Really enjoyed teaching them new stuff and the speed they're progressing is fantastic. They're both really well motivated and prepared to listen and try which is pretty much all you could wish for in pupils. Ed and Jamie turned up after a bit and joined in with the teaching. They also joined in with coming up with new movements, culminating in a tic-tac crane which is a very quick and previously unthought of route up part of the Art Gallery. Failed miserably at persuading Ed and Jamie to try the running variation of the bollard armjump. I suppose having my height makes the step-up takeoff easier to handle for me. Before too long I need to have a look at doing it from the next bollard which will require much more commitment in the takeoff. I think I spent a good 3 hours just at that end of the Art Gallery, training pretty much everything under the sun, all the time feeling more confident and more proficient than I ever have done before.

Next up was Morrisons with a brief stopoff at the semi-famous muscle up bar. Failed miserably at planche en strength but not really very surprising, didn't feel at all strong on saturday, illness really saps your strength and energy. As ever, more training required, looks like this illness has nicely derailed my planche progress, having managed planche en strength before I was a bit gutted about this, certainly puts me a long way away from planche en force in my current state.

Anyhow, enough of my muscle up woes, back to parkour and Morrisons. Knocked off some other stuff that fear used to stop me from doing there. Did the armjump from the sculpture to the rail instead of to the wall. Did a fairly nice climbup and flicked straight over. Was pleased about that, had never even flicked over that before. Repeated it a few times to make sure I was comfortable with it. In reality I should've done that ages ago but it was satisfying to get it done and remind myself I can do much more in the armjump department. Next up, I stuck the big flowerbed precision, it's been a few weeks since I first made that and I failed miserably last week when I tried it. Stuck it twice and had plenty more near-misses. Still playing with my technique but I think I have a pretty effective one now. 10 foot distance with a drop of around half a foot makes it a fair challenge, hope to get it consistent before too long. Next up was another thing that fear had prevented me from doing for ages, I'd had plenty of aborted runs at it in the past. The running armjump there. It took me too many attempts to sort my runup out so that I could just sprint flat out at it but once I had that, I had a quick trial run and then went for it. Thankfully I landed fine despite getting surprised in the air that I was actually going to hit the target haha. Spent a fair while working on ambidextirity on passements. I then worked on my splitfoot catpasses, in particular clearing high obstacles, something again I used to mentally struggle with. Before long I found myself clearing walls higher than my shoulders with catpasses, I think my technique has finally matured into something truely effective. Again, stuff that would've terrified me up until today. Rounded it off by introducing Ed and Jamie to the crane jumps we did on tuesday, I was pleased to see that I'd improved at them, got straight up first attempt without resorting to using my hands for balance which is good. Scott joined us midway through the Morrisons session, however his back injury was severely limiting him, get well soon Scott!

Next up Scott took us to an overlooked spot on the way to the Playhouse. There wasn't a huge amount of stuff but there were some fun things to do. There was a fairly large running armjump that I underestimated on my first attempt, somehow rescuing it with a surprise one handed armjump landing. Glad to see my instincts work in that sort of situation. Did it a few more times, two and one handed. Dan and myself then worked on a big running jump up a couple of feet from a bench across a 9 foot gap. Another commitment and mental test, required a very fast runup and an explosive takeoff. Dan landed it first with a crane and with his encouragement I follwed him up with a crane of my own. However, I didn't get my trailing leg far enough forward to allow it to absorb the impact properly meaning I got a nice dose of shock in my ankle. So next time I do the jump I either need to land it two footed or bring my trailing leg further forwards if I crane it. Also did a catpass armjump there which Scott picked out. Involved catpassing a high rail, flying across a pavement and then grabbing a slippery wall. Catpassing high rails is yet another thing I used to hate. Took one go at it just to check I was happy with the catpass and then sprinted at it and made the armjump easily. Irritatingly the wall was slippery enough that I did the transition in the climbup phase and then fell straight off the wall!

We then arrived at the Playhouse which we haven't visited for a good few weeks. The thing with the Playhouse is it doesn't have a huge amount of things to do, however there are some fantastic things there. First on the agenda was repeating the tricky standing armjump from the rail. Quickly despatched that and felt very comfortable with it, good since that was an achievement a month and a bit ago. Next up was to do the same armjump but this time in the style of Owen, from the wall. Took a while to mentally prepare, first attempt didn't quite come off, slightly underjumped it so I couldn't hold onto the landing. Second time I was even more determined, gave it everything I had and landed it properly. The wall has a huge rounded edge and is slippery on top making it pretty damn awkward. So I was really glad to do the armjump and climbup. By this point my energy levels were getting low so I decided to break my usual policy and not force myself to repeat it. Instead I moved onto what for me is the most psychologically challenging precision in the entire of Leeds, the "River Gap". Just over 9 foot and completely level. It must've taken me about 10 minutes of preparation but I repeated it, the main difference to the only other time I did it being that I stuck it this time, last time I was actually overshooting and so not able to stop myself!

We then headed on to the Royal Armouries but by this point I was basically too exhausted to do anything much. Tried the catpass armjump a few times, made it only to somehow hit the rail rather than grip it with one of my hands. I then tried a standing crane, making it but overcomitting at my ankle's expense again. At this point I realised that my exhaustion was getting the better of me and to continue was risking serious injury. Decided to quit whilst I was ahead. I suddenly felt like a very tired and ill human being again rather than a traceur with the world at his feet. Ah well, can't detract from what was still an incredibly productive day. Spent the rest of the afternoon/evening messing around with Ed, Scott and Jamie, not much more training got done unsurprisingly.


Saturday was amazing for me, it made me realise that with the correct mental state, I can achieve some incredible things. I need to keep this momentum and apply my abilities and confidence to some of the other areas in Leeds. I have some big challenges indeed lined up for myself. It was also nice for me to be the one trying to get Ed and Jamie to do things rather than the other way around. I wouldn't say we're competitive but for so long I've always been that bit behind these two and it's nice to be making a contribution to pushing our boundaries as a group. Will have to hope for good weather and lots of trainings for the easter holidays! I also really need to go climbing again.