Pakour Boy

We showed the boys some free running and building jumping on youtube. Weston was inspired. Donovan was too, but he's so pale, he could hardly muster putting his robe on to go outside and watch.

Suddenly our whole back yard was an obstacle course to explore. He climbed everything he could see. He jumped and leaped and rolled and bounced and he never wanted to come in!

We filmed him and snapped photos, but he never seemed tired. Once or twice he'd fall kinda funny and look up with a real serious look and then put a smile on his face and say, "I'm OK!" He loved it. He was so inspired. I was too. These guys throwing their bodies through the air... It seemed incredible, and yet the way their bodies moved seemed right. Like we have an inner knowing of human physics, or that we were intended to move so instinctively and fluidly... so trusting of our strength and balance.

I wasn't too worried for Weston, although I realized he doesn't quite know how to roll forward or backward very smoothly, only sideways. It made me wish I could enrol him in gymnastics nearby. Then in sadness I realized I would be a fool to demonstrate. I mean, I would if I had to, but I knew hitting the ground rolling for me would have been hard.

We finally watched the highlights of the U of O/USC game and were so thrilled. I kept saying, "That's right by where I grew up!" Grandma and Grandpa were there!"

Donovan drew a football picture in honor of the ducks.

When Weston would not come in after numerous promptings from his Parkour running, I finally agreed to let him run his "pattern" as he called it for some spectators. Travis, Alysa, Cassia and Leah were coming out of rehearsal and they obliged. They treated Weston like a real champion, even providing an underscore.

Yeah Weston.

I hope I can overcome my obstacles as well. Rather than seeing a wall, or a daunting task, I hope I can find a creative way to dance, leap, or crawl my way over it.