The first steps in Parkour

I started doing parkour in April 2007 of the year after watching the David Boll video SpeedAirMan... I remember that I saw him before, but for some reason did not attach importance to what was happening in the video. Perhaps, until 2007, I was not ready to realize how a person can move, and that these movements can be repeated. However, we must admit that I always aspired to climb trees and garages as a child, like many other children, so for me parkour itself began with this. Not far from my house there was a quaintly located garage complex, in which I tried my hand. I left the house (I won't lie) every day, repeating approximately the same jumps between garages and from garages. And at that time, I obviously did not really follow my landings, since the end point of the training was always aching pain in my legs.

Through mistakes and trauma

After several months of such an intensive, I slowly began to develop, explore other areas and places with my friend and began to study articles, watch videos, learn new elements. At some point, I realized that it was completely wrong and unsafe to do a roll (somersault) and decided to work out my technique better. And since at that time the information on how exactly it is better to extinguish inertia by somersault upon landing was very confused and inaccurate, I did not bother to dig deeper and taught everything in a makeshift way. The result is broken shoulders, elbows, back, etc.

In one of these workouts, I broke my collarbone. I remember that at that moment my parents just hated parkour. Before this injury, I already heard phrases from them, such as: “where are you going, you will never achieve anything in this matter, stop killing your joints”. And after the fracture, everything worsened at times. But for some reason, these barriers only provoke me throughout my life. And as soon as the cast was removed, I immediately went out to train. And it seemed to me that I was jumping carefully, but it was not there. The very first landing page caused the same fatal crunch and I again ended up in a cast for several months. During the period of this rehabilitation, I became psychologically stronger, I went out to run, despite the plaster cast, I tried to strengthen the muscles and do the exercises available to me, I studied materials on the Internet and was eager to join this movement with renewed vigor.

Of course, when I was freed from the plaster shackles again, parkour was completely different for me. During the six months spent in this fortress, my body has changed a lot for the worse. And now the banal things that are up
I did injuries with ease, were given to me with incredible efforts. For some reason, such a strong decline turned out to be motivating. Later I realized that there will be a lot of this throughout my life.

I noticed that in the course of life, every high rise is necessarily preceded by a deep fall.

Commitment

Like a candle that has been re-lit, I rushed to more meaningfully conquer new heights. I never set myself long-term goals, which may be why my path is similar to an ECG, but this is what I think has given me constant interest throughout the years of training. At the time of rehabilitation, I spent more than a year and a half to create myself. I trained every day several times a day. I went out in the morning, before school, to run to the horizontal bar and do my program, I went after school to jog my route, I rocked at home, doing GPP and SPP (special physical training) and even before going to bed I also strengthened my body.

Of course, such fanaticism did not allow me to develop fully, but this regularity allowed me to cultivate something else in myself - responsibility. I promised myself that I would become strong. And if I missed the training program due to illness, then I did double the load the next day. Muscle hypertonicity, overtraining, fatigue - all these have become my constant companions, but now I can say with confidence that I built my general physical training in those years.

comprehension

By 2009, for the first time, I began to get out of my mania. Thanks to one of my good acquaintances who pulled me to the most interesting places in Moscow, I realized that my world should not be limited to one single route and exercises. I saw such spots (places for training), which it seemed to me, are only in video clips. It was a complete shock to me to learn that there are such remarkable areas as Vernadsky Prospekt, Taganskaya and Smolenskaya. I began desperately trying to repeat everything that my friend showed me, because at that time I practically had no idea how to effectively make ket-lip or ket-tu-ket and what they really could be. So my growth started from this pivot point.

I got to know the Moscow community and began to adapt to it. I tried to run along the walls in the same way as my idols, I also tried to jump big akkurasi (jump for accuracy) and lachi (jump over a horizontal bar), I began to imitate and try to surpass all those guys who were filming videos at that time in these places. This race became my goal. I am not proud of this, but it was a new incentive for the development of my capabilities and I would not be who I am now without this running around. In 2009, this discovery and recognition of new heights occurred in my head. I became very active in training SPP for the elements that I wanted to develop, because of this I had to postpone some of my daily rituals. Over time, I practically stopped training in my area and began to join the crowd.

For a long time after that, my training process boiled down to the fact that I set for myself short-term goals to fulfill this or that element, found ways of development, which allowed me to get to his execution, carried it and set a new target. I even made a list of things that I would like to do. I think this approach has allowed me to keep the interest to this day. The race turned into a game of quick execution of tasks.

Disease

I systematically developed, faced with difficulties in the form of injury or disease, rose, louder and went on until at some point in my life there was not an accident, which changed the whole sequence of events in the bud. I suffered a complex infectious disease that severely crippled my health, disease and cause side effects. After his good physical shape, built up by years, I lost 20 kilos and became totally incapacitated for more than six months.

At that moment, I was sure that I would not do Parkour any more, since everyone assured me that I had to recover for several years in order to resume old loads. I accepted this and lived with the realization that time starts to slip away from me. I became very afraid that I would lose those seconds that I could not return. I began to compile for myself the lists of cases, set small goals and tasks, carry them out and tried to speed up my tempo to the maximum. While I was running at such a rhythm and setting myself a dozen tasks every day, I felt better, although I could not help thinking that time would still slip through my fingers, so that I would not do it.

In these six months, I tried many different types of activity, but could not get the same feeling that I had known once. Of course, you can't get away from parkour anywhere. I began to realize that each of my jumping over a curb or fence returns me a second of time spent. I said stop myself. He put off lists of fake affairs and other concerns and wrote to his friend, who led his classes on parkour, that he would like to go to him and try to recover. It cost me a tremendous effort to overcome my ego at that moment and recognize that I need to evolve from scratch with the core group. But in the moments of these classes, I began to forget and enjoy life.

New stage

I passed by several organizations from the scope of parkour and gained strength and new knowledge. At some point the feeling of loss of time began to leave me. It was the next starting point of my journey. I am very grateful to all the organizations and people who sheltered me at the time, helped and made stronger. I began to notice what is happening around.

At that time, I learned about the event Opening season from Tracers 1 May 2015 years. I took part in it and discovered that same sense of selfless forgotten workout, jogging route, perform short-term tasks, team work and full commitment.

I was very much impressed by the event. I came home after a dirty, wet, but happy. I felt that this day I have not lost. The first inspiration and the charge to focus their training in the same mode, I got it that day. I wanted to run through obstacles, as before, at the beginning of their studies. This was my motivation peak of the full return to parkour and become stronger than before.

Shooting a TV story about training

To be continued

And today, I can say that I practically do not experience the feeling of wasting time and I feel that I am moving in the right direction, devoting myself to my favorite work. I conduct trainings (for this I created a WCF team - We Can Fly - from the English. “We can fly”), come up with events, set tasks, complete them and continue to develop and play. Hope my story can inspire someone else to continue training or motivate them to start.

On the Tracers tower on the Emergencies Ministry Day in Luzhniki
August 20, 2016