Whenever I walk past any fence or wall, the first thing that comes to my mind is, “Can I scale that?” As someone who has been practicing
parkour for almost a year now, my mind is constantly looking at different structures as an obstacle course. I can still remember the feeling of going on my first run because it is
the same feeling I experience now.

The winds rushed past me, blowing through my hair and tearing up my eyes. My legs sprinted and jumped over fences and gates while I used my hands as support. My body maneuvered
through the obstacles, twisting and turning at every moment. My eyes darted left and right, alert and aware of my surroundings. My lungs filled with air, releasing it all as I shouted in
joy, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My heart started to beat faster and harder as the big leap came into view. Clenching my jaw, I burst into a full-on sprint, ready to make the jump.

A smile etched onto my face as I remembered the rush of free running.

I stretched my arms and legs as I sized up the building in front of me, ready for the challenge. With a smirk on my face, I leaped into action. To me, there is no such thing as limits. To me, the whole
city is just one big obstacle course.