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
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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