Motivate(d)!

Laziness, improper diet, abandoned training plan and late night invasion of comic reading. Ah what an irony, i know I've written of how parkour training is suppose to build self control, well..hehehe we all have those lazy rather unsinspired days right? And before we know it, it turns to a full week of uninspiredness, then soon 2 weeks of uninspiredness, for some it turns to months and then behold the transformation into TV worshiping, potato eating, fat gaining couch potato.(fear all fear all)

It wasn't until a divine intervention in the form of a race brosure sponsored by one of the biggest cigarette company knock my senses(irony), I've got to go back to training, afterall this is the main reason why I moved here! So i made the vow, a promise to self, with my heart pounding in motivation.

"TONIGHT ILL RUN FOR 2.5km!"

Few working hours later...

blaaaaaaaaaaahhhh work sucks. So tired, wanna sleep already...(drops down to bed and started reading another comic)

NOOOOOO!! what am I doing? wers the heart pounding resolution to change? guess me cant always depends on those short moments of resolutions. With all this reason to "just sleep" I MUST motivate my self, if i can't start the change now? how much more tomorow or the day after that? Slip into my running pants, ugly shirt with busted shoes and started running. Destination. . .carrefour(to get some bed-time-snack, Damn im just so good in motivating my self :P)

They must think that guy is crazy, afterall its 7.30pm rush hour, the hundred car exhaust resounding to the same chorus of bad CO2 and heres a guy in the "greenlane"(thats the grassy part dividing the lanes on the road where they plant the trees)running under trees thats no longer producing O2 in this time of the day.

It must have the equivalent of smoking a full pack cigarette during that run cause' my head was spinning mad by the time I made it to carrefour, drousing my way to the snack bar to grab some honey coated roasted peanuts. While on my way to the cash register I saw this funny looking fat guy eating junk food looking at some health therapeutic slippers advertisment, being the "guy who just finished exercising" I was about to critic the guy in my head only to realize that being fat and eating junk food while looking at a poster of some magical slipper is probably healthier than running in the middle of Jakarta's rush hour. . .

But oh well, at least me was able to free my self from the locks of laziness. YAY!

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Words of the wise:

It has to start somewhere,
It has to start sometime.
What better place than here,
What better time than now.

-Zack de la Rocha

Remember those words, might just give you the extra motivation to get someting done.

P.S. feel down on my bed asleep without showering. . .felt dirty filty and even lazier upon waking up.

This was certainly a bad idea. . .

Soul

Boom!!!!!!!!

That's the first time I've seen a corkscrew with my naked eye!! a beautiful, hard, yet essential trick in the trickster dictionary. This trick requires a trickster to go up in the air facing the sky, placing his body parallel with the ground, then twisting a full 540degress letting his body to face the ground for landing. Jumping to short means landing on the face, twisting too slow, or too late means the same.

Boom!!! and another one and another one, the adrenaline rising.

I sit there speechless, it was a Holly Friday afternoon, in the basement of the national stadium, the air is thick in carbon dioxide, bad ventilation makes sweating unstoppable. This was suppose to be the wushu's athlete training room, but today the trickster are borrowing it.

When suddenly from the corner of my eyes. BOOM!!! here comes another one I thought, but no...he's still in the air, too slow hes going to fall, time seems to halt and suddenly he gave that twist and landed almost standing straight up.

. . .

that must have been 2, no more than 2 meters up in the air, jumping, flying up the air before he gave it a twist.
The others stop drilling the cork and shake his hands in respect. He smiled.

Later that afternoon I asked him of how did he make his jump so high?

His answer
"You can see many-many jump and say that's cool, but there will be one Jump that will make you speechless. That jump, has a soul to it."

He stop to see the floor, trickster flying busting kicks and flips.

"You see many trickster doing the same move, you see that guy [points at this other guy] he did a very fast aerial, I think it can kill, but me I'd rather Enjoy the move, I love flying."


For the rest of the afternoon I joined them training, drilling with the lower level trickster, saw bunch of crazy moves, along with the grunting, pain, anger to get a trick flying, emotions being transfer to the punching bag. But for the guy who flies, he's just there with a grin, enjoying his air time, laughing at his mistakes, having the most fun. And his love for what he does seems to affect the people around him too.

I want that, to be able to fly up then twisting out the air. But I'm still afraid, my legs are too weak, my coordination sucks. So much reasons. I want to be free, but I'm still afraid.

Ah what an irony life is, all of us wants Freedom, but most of us are still afraid to be Free, still too angry, still unable to understand, comprehend to LOVE what Freedom really is.

Verdi [right] is one of the leading personalities in the Indonesian Capoeira scene. Many thanks for your inspirations