Roof running ain't just for superheroes anymore

Ever hear of Pakour, the art of urban gymnastics? If so, yes, it's old news, but it's something I've always thought about. Reading comix in my earlier years, there were always characters that ran the roofs, swung on poles, navigated the urban jungles like acrobats.


Walking down the streets of Montreal, I envision myself scrambling up a wall. Jackie Chan is a favourite. Creative physical problem-solving, physics and real-time application. Pushing the envelope. No helmets, kneepads or safety nets. Mastering the art of movement. Quickly. Dangerous yes, but jolly good fun.


And it was bound to happen. It's primal. The further we push ourselves into the future with technology and advancements, the more our raw instincts want to escape and run amok. Look at skateboarders. Carefully. Between stunts they're loose, relaxed, almost monkey. We need that fix; using the physical to conquer our environment. Master our surroundings to reach the peak of physical ability. We have a deep-seated urge to know that our bodies are exquisite machines of flesh and blood and bone and goosebump-covered skin. Sexy as fuck.

Parkour girls holla.


Fuck the gym, Ima hit the roofs...