Written by Fezz
Parkour and Alcohol
It was Friday night and I had just got off the phone too Jameilious. Go round, have a few drinks and maybe go out for a spot of night running about Branston. It all sounded good to me but im pretty sure it would have been a lot better if I had considered the consequences of what I was about to do.
When I arrived I found them Jameilious, Greywolf, Smiley
and Tumo all kicking back in the caravan, I was a late arrival and it was
already about nine o clock. We stepped outside to see what the weather was
like. It had been a fairly warm dry day and the night was looking pleasantly
clear. The only problem was, We were all wearing t shirts. The chill of the
night was pretty annoying. I suggested we go back in and have a drink or two
before setting out. The guys agreed with me and we headed back. As you probably
guessed, that was one of the stupidest things I have ever suggested, and let
me tell you now, ive made my fair share of dumb suggestions.
We set off again an hour later, I kind of guessed that mixing alcohol and
parkour together was a bit thick so I thought about it for half a second,
One pint of cider cant do any harm? Wrong again.
It felt great…the night air no longer bothered me, we just ran along quite happily. Now after one pint of cider you probably cant feel the effect on you whilst you walk down the street. Even if your out for a jog you wont feel any different. But at running pace, in the night you’ll start to feel the difference. Alcohol will give you a huge confidence boost, which is when problems occur. You may have heard of the importance of not going over your head. If you know a movement is beyond your skills then by all means do not attempt it or you will end up hurting yourself.
It was approaching the end of the run, we were all tired and needed some sleep so, I thought id go out with something special. Something I hadn’t done before, something I will never do again.
I told everyone to wait down on the ground while I scrambled up a garage wall. I couldn’t of been standing on the edge for more than two seconds. If I simply refused that drink , I wouldn’t have thought about climbing up there for more than half a second. But as it was, I was up there and I didn’t want to back out. I cant even remember what it was like up there. All I can remember was Smiley running across the grass swearing. I could taste dirt and blood in my mouth and I didn’t move. My neck was aching and my lip and chin were both bleeding. On the way back to Jamie’s house I must have been told the story ten times because I kept forgetting what was going on and asking where the hell I was. And every time Smiley told me, You just flipped off a random garage roof. It turns out I had gone down one and a half times and landed on my jaw. I remember waking up the next morning, My chin looked a mess and my lip was swollen. My head was beating like a drum. The night before had disappeared, and I am more than thankful that it did. Memories of sheer stupidity are ones that I do not wish to linger. So next time you consider having a pint or two, before a jam. Just consider, it takes just a little booze to cause a big problem