Man it’s getting bad now. I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about parkour too much again. It’s like I’m in withdrawals, a few days away from training and I can’t get it out of my head. Except nowadays I’m not even thinking about running, I’m thinking of the next parkour video we’ll shoot, or what GasWorks wold look like if we convinced the parks and rec folk to turn it into a parkour park.

I’m thinking about the nonprofit, I’m thinking about how many traceurs we could get to show up at clean-up jam, who we could get to sponsor it, and how it could all turn out. I’m thinking about what it would take to rebuild a piece of David Belle’s childhood training ground that got torn down because of drug trafficking. I’m thinking about how parkour could leave its mark on the world, how it could turn a misused horrible little place into a well-kept and well-used parkour paradise simply because of its interesting architecture and nothing else. Or how it will “cure” childhood obesity, teach people how to play again, return PE and recess to schools, show people the outside world is worth taking care of, return escalators and elevators to the handicapped who actually need them, and make the world a better place.

We spent about an hour and half today traveling to an amazing wooden structure/playground at an old highschool Christian has childhood memories of. When we got there we couldn’t find it because it had been torn down. In it’s place there was nothing but another grass field to add on to the school’s collection of six or seven grass fields to play on.

I’m a dreamer who can’t sleep. Perhaps the soothing voice of Apple’s tutorial video guy teaching me how to make custom DVD menus will help.

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