The latest, greatest adventure happening at our house is
Parkour (sometimes also abbreviated to PK) or l'art du déplacement  (English: the art of moving) is the physical discipline of training to overcome any obstacle within one's path by adapting one's movements to the environment. It is a non-competitive, physical discipline of French origin in which participants run along a route, attempting to negotiate obstacles in the most efficient way possible, as if moving in an emergency situation. Skills such as jumping and climbing, or the more specific parkour moves are employed. The object of parkour is to get from one place to another using only the human body and the objects in the environment. The obstacles can be anything in one's environment, but parkour is often seen practiced in urban areas because of the many suitable public structures available such as buildings and rails.
Parkour requires... consistent, disciplined training with an emphasis on functional strength, physical conditioning, balance, creativity, fluidity, control, precision, spatial awareness, and looking beyond the traditional use of objects.
Parkour movements typically include... running, jumping, vaulting, climbing, balancing, and quadrupedal movement. Movements from other physical disciplines are often incorporated, but acrobatics or tricking alone do not constitute parkour.
Parkour training focuses on... safety, longevity, personal responsibility, and self-improvement. It discourages reckless behavior, showing off, and dangerous stunts.
Parkour practitioners value... community, humility, positive collaboration, sharing of knowledge, and the importance of play in human life, while demonstrating respect for all people, places, and spaces.
As you can imagine, hubby and I are thrilled the boys have taken up this intense, new sport.
Last time they were both taking Tae Kwan Do together:
I'm sitting at our lovely, oak dining room table.
Peacefully preparing lesson plans for the next day.
I hear strange, bumping and thumping noises upstairs.
I'm puzzled, but "Hey, I live with boys."
Then, the brass chandelier starts swaying like a warm Caribbean breeze is blowing through.
Only, it's November.
And we don't live in the Caribbean.
Javi and C-man having a full fledged have at 'em in the upstairs hallway.
Last night, I witnessed C-man climbing a wall in the gym we rent for basketball practice. It was pretty impressive.
This requires superhuman strength, endurance and discipline.
They're doing pushups, pullups, situps, crunches, and heaven only knows at Uncle Bo's house with those scary vidoes of traumatizing and painful Xtreme workouts.
Lord. Can we talk?