Saturday.

This weekend, I learned a lot about myself. Those of you who are a little closer to me than most will know that I'm on my way to becoming a free runner. Those of you who aren't, now you know.

Now, I won't claim to be the bravest person in the world. I'm not very fond of heights. However, I made an 11 foot jump to the ground with no real negative consequences, and got a video to prove it. I think that it was a good experience, the sudden shock of going over the edge, as well as that of hitting the ground, as I've now got a better idea of my own limits, and how I can push them. That's what free running's about, pushing your limits.

I'm not really certain when or where I realized it, but it really sank in as I sat on Sara's shed that I had overcome an old fear of heights and was actually very comfortable kneeling at the edge, looking out over the 9-foot drop that the bottom of the sloping roof provided.

I suppose I may as well recall the day's events, just for continuity's sake. I started out with a 'cliffhanger' type deal, for those Ninja Warrior fans out there; hanging from the support beam on the barn and shifting across it. After that, I moved to working on wall jumps, using a tree near the doghouse to try and jump the 4-foot gap between them. After making that, we all climbed onto the barn using the gate, and then I jumped to the shed, which is where the previously mentioned 11-foot drop from the peak of the roof happened. There's a video hosted on Myspace and Facebook, if you don't know my address for either of those, how did you find my blog?

That's all for now.