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First Big Drop – Made It In One Piece

Big Drop – Well At Least For Me It Was

So I’d had a good session, legs feel good, knees feel good.
So I take a look at this drop, for young dudes it would be easy, but for old man parkour, a fresh challenge.

Since I’m going to have to take a few hits, leaps off balconies for The Rage, I gave it a shot.
Always follow my instincts, if the body says no, leave it alone.
Today it said yes , but take it seriously.

The impact was a shock, not rolling forward due to the slope, a mistake.
But I took it with no injuries at all. The roll forward is crucial, even if it’s terrible, just have to dissipate that force.
That force! The conditioning in my legs from 5k runs and 1000’s of steps on the stair machine, saved my butt.

Rest assured I won’t be doing another one unless I can roll forward.
I even went shopping afterwards, I’ve gotten more injuries rolling out of bed, amazing.


The Old Man In Flight – The Rage Training

Speeding It Up – Old Man In Flight

Got some good pictures of some speed vaults during training for The Rage.
Still need to do a lot, lot more, but four years of injuries limits the time I’ve got before the shoot.
I’ll get as far as I can and make the best with what skills I have.

Got to work on pulling less of a face when vaulting, or come up with a cool “movie” face when moving.
To be fair, I have a picture of David Belle vaulting on my desktop, and yes he looks much cooler and smoother than me.
However, he’s definitely pulling a gurn.

I do keep forgetting, that I am pretty much fifty, and most people are falling to pieces at my age.
But that’s never been good enough for me, I’m fitter now than I’ve been for years.
Haven’t even really got started yet, so that’s a good sign.

The Ghost Walks with you …

Old man in flight #old man parkour #the rage #training #parkour

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The Running Man

Suddenly I’m up and out running again, surreal, blurred at the edges, but floating along by the sea again.
Just like back in the previous incarnation of life by the storm front seas of Folkestone.
The waves don’t try to drag you into their murky depths here if you stray too close,
but despite being still and calm, you always feel that something dangerous lurks beneath.
Maybe it’s the Manitou, manifestation or the ugliness of the Snake pit of Shekou that gave birth to it.

I feel better for it and yes the Electro continues, despite fatigue, the sands of time and the wheels of fate.
But the Wheels of Fate are always turning me back to the darkness, back to the shadows of electro and now orchestral for film.

Coming soon to your town…

Stay strong…

Paul Bishop
The Ghost That Walks