On Slacklines and Slacklining
I believe in the importance of play. Especially play that develops skills or habits that are useful in other areas of life, work and play.
About a month ago, I was grilling by my apartment's pool when a resident started setting up a slack-line. I was intrigued and feeling a little bold and asked if I could try.
After receiving a few basic tips (keep your legs bent, back straight, and arms above your head) I was ready to give it a try.
At first, I was unable to even stand on the rope unassisted. Keep going I was told. It may take ten tries. 80 tries later, I was finally able to make it across the short rope. I was sore, my feet hurt but I was hooked.
Soon after, I bought my own slack-line from Amazon: A Fly Bold 59' you can no longer find on Amazon, but you can find one similar by clicking here. Since purchasing it, I've let my daughter Landry and nephew Tanner play on it, and from time to time I set it up at my apartment for my own amusement, though occasionally I'll have on-lookers take me up on my offer to try it out.
The little monkey on the slackline at Nana's
Cousins!
More cousins!
The repurposing of slack lines for paw patrol characters
me thinking i'm bad
Me thinking i'm super bad holding a kettlebell on slackline while attempting to overhead farmer's walk.
Practicing jumping up onto slackline.
Right after injuring my foot by impaling it on a piece of rebar
A dramatic selfie in the blood bath.
Cruising to the urgent care. Yes my foot was out the window the whole time. At one point, a group of kids looked at my leg and calmly asked: "you straight bro?" Instant street cred.
Entry wound, thankfully no exit wound.
All stitched up!