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Evening Adventure- Alex
6:30 something
They say that you shouldn't judge another person, until you have walked a mile in their shoes.
That judging them before you walk that mile, would be like assuming you know whether a thousand page book will be good or not, simply by the contents of the cover page. That not only will you usually be wrong entirely, but you will also miss out on the adventures and interesting stories contained.
It's a simple concept really, and has proven to be quite true the vast majority of times it has come into play.
That thought aside though, I get the feeling that if a person were to try that with my shoes, they would not only find themselves sprinting that full mile, but also by the end of it, would probably have a few of questions about my sanity, mental status, and a plether of other things.
Questions like, why I would willingly subject myself to this kind of mental and physical torture, or why I would possibly consider doing this to myself more than once, let alone every chance I got.
What drove me to such extremes, do my parents know what I'm doing, am I aware that I am putting my life in danger every time I engage in ease kinds of activities.
Questions upon questions, many of them personal and who's answers are not to be shared lightly. Ensuring st the end of the day, most, if not all people would never truly gather the answers they seek.
Eventually most people would likely just give up trying to figure out the answers and leave. Fully convinced in their thinking that I must either be heavily masochistic, or just simply mentally unstable.
To be quite honest though, I can't blame them for thinking things like that. Even I sometimes find it hard to see the sanity, or reasoning, in what I do just to unwind after a hard days work. Especially on days like today.
My legs feeling like molten lead was being forced through every vein, my lungs heaving painfully with each and every forced intake of air. Feet being jarred by every impactful step they take, not to mention the plethora of small scraps and cuts that littered my hands and shoulders, along with numerous small bruises that covered my back and arms.
Yes it was definitely safe to say I was in pain, and even safer to assume that my body would not be happy with me come tomorrow morning.
I grimaced a little at that thought, remembering just how sore I was just this morning.
"I am sooooo screwed", were my thoughts, as I pushed myself forward, continuing my run.
Yet despite all this, despite all the discomfort and hurt I was putting myself through, I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I ran further and further into my city.
Couldn't remove the wide grin that was perpetually plastered on my face, nor stop myself from laughing in pure glee, at euphoric activity I currently occupied myself with.
The sport of free running.
Now free running, or Parkour, in literal terms is the art of moving from point A to point B in the fastest possible manner available on foot. To most people this roughly translates into climbing up the nearest possible building and running across the roof tops, jumping from roof to roof.
However most people have definitely been playing to many video games, and seem to forget that not only is it not possible for them to simply climb up every building in sight, it's also illegal a lot of the time.
That's not to say that it can't be done, quite the opposite actually. It just means that it makes things much more⦠Interesting.
After all, that's really what makes the sport that much more fun. I mean, what's life without a little bit of danger and adventure?
"Poom"
I winced as my elbows collided with the cold gravel, of the roof I now found myself on.
"Focus Alex" I mutter to myself, cringing slightly as a fresh wave of pain slowly brought my mind back down to reality.
Slowly I forced myself back to my feet, legs trembling slightly as I did so.
Eyeing them carefully, I attempted a couple small test hops to make sure everything was still working properly.
Promptly finding myself flat on my back again as they gave out once more.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips, as I angrily eye the culprits of my fall. Trying desperately to will them into doing what I wanted.
Four more times I attempted to stand and continue on my way. Four more tires which ultimately ended in rather similar manners to the first. Me, flat on my back, staring once again up at the looming skyline of the downtown district I had found myself in.
"Fine fine, you win", I muttered in defeat, shifting and twisting my body around to try and find a comfortable place to relax my worn out and unruly legs.
The roof which I had unceramoniously found myself on, was as expected mostly bare and covered in gravel. Only a couple of AC units and a small structure, which I could only assume was a stairwell, were the only things that stood out from the other wise flat surface.
The stair well was closest to me, but being unable to really walk, I found myself all but crawling over to the small structure.
"All this just to get comfortable", I grumble to myself, before leaning my back up against one of the structures hard concert walls. Residing myself to resting up thoroughly, if for no other reason than in preparations of the long run home.
Breathing deeply to slow my pounding heart rate, I let my body go slack, sinking into the rough concrete I sat against, allowing myself to finally relax. Promptly shutting off the constant flow of thoughts that usually bombarded my brain.
Forcing myself to do nothing but listen to the sounds of the city life bellow me. Listening as the usual noisy and busy bustle of the city life seemed to almost die off completely, as the last of the blue-collar workers start to head home. The honking of car horns and the screaming of moving trains, slowly being replaced by nothing more than the cool embrace of the wind that flew past me.
Drinking in the cool evening air as it blew by, letting my bruised and battered body slowly sink into an utter relaxed bliss, smiling at the silence and solitude I had accidentlly found myself in.
"Ahhhh well worth it" I mussed quietly, allowing my mind to wander a little as I continued to rest. Not caring how much time passed, before I would be forced to make the long trek home.
A few peaceful "minutes" went by before I was disturbed. The loud sound of gravel being stepped on, accompanied by gruff voices, doing wonders to quickly shaking me from my relaxed state.
I stood as quickly as my body would allow, feeling the aches and protests of my legs as I did, praying that no one heard the loud popping of my joints, as they were suddenly forced into moving again.
Peeking carefully around the coroner of the stairwell, I spied the source of the noise. Two men walking around on the roof. Judging from the fact that both of them were dressed in blue overalls and had a plethora of tools, belts and gadgets, my immediate assumption was that they must simply be maintained workers.
"Right time to get the hell out of dodge", I muttered under my breath, scanning the surrounding area and buildings to try and get my bearings. Hoping to spot a quick exit route or at least a way off this specific roof.
Of course it was during this time that my brain decided to a very annoying question into my mind, "Where the FUCK are we?"
