Guided by our coach, Stephane Vigroux, one of the second generation of Parkour practitioners, he constantly offered alternatives and progressions when, on many occasions, we said: “No I can’t do that,” (often without even trying, I might add). That night, and the weeks and months that followed, our small steps grew, becoming higher and more dynamic. At times, our leaps of faith were more mental than physical, recognising how out of touch we had become with our abilities and realising a disconnection between body and mind. In a self-competitive culture of effort, nobody cared how big your jump was, just that you had tried. With such an inclusive and supportive mind set I kept going back for more.