Tuesday, November 8, 2011

If only I'd stop eating hamburgers everynight...

...then maybe I'd feel more confident about being able to get away from someone who's chasing me. Until then, I remain fearful over whether or not I could escape a hypothetical pursuer. I don't recall how we started talking about it, but I do remember that we laughed about most of our shared inability to successfully run away from someone who may be chasing us, and say...jump a fence, perhaps, without slowing down.

Well, while I work on shedding a few pounds so that I can at minimum be able to jump over a puddle without soaking my shoes, let's all admire what some of us may consider the pinnacle of such an athletic art: parkour (from "parcours"; abbreviated PK). Performed by none other than the French.

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