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I am putting together clips for an American Ninja Warrior tryout video and came across this, thought you guys might like to see it. I know some of you may have seen it already though SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR BORING YOU.
In the interest of disclosure, each of the steps is 2", there are 31 total and the top platform is 4". Also in the interest of disclosure I had to take one power step into the jump onto the 66" box, from a complete standstill I can only hit 62 or 64.
And for those that will probably ask I am 5'9.
And for those who don't read this, you will probably ask anyway.
And for those that are still reading, thank you for for all your support.
And for those that are still still reading, I just wanted to share a snippet of a novel I've been working on with you, let me know what you think:
Dolores snapped, it hadn't even been six days since she last expressed her disdain of the candied yams that graced the dining table every night, yet here she was again. Mortified, she turned to face the plastered wall, a vain attempt at hiding her face from mother.
"What is it dear?" Mother asked.
She asked that every night, and every night, the answer was the same.
"I made you your favorite candied yams tonight honey, is everything okay?"
Everything was not okay. Dolores felt helpless as she stared at the pasty, off white wallpaper that was beginning to crack from the evaporated moisture of fresh candied yams that had just been scraped off the wall from the night before.
"You sicken me..." she muttered, under her breath, her teeth permanently clenched, pulse quickening.
"You must want some more candied yams..." Mother paused and looked up at her with empty eyes, a fistful of the mashed orange concoction in her right hand, her left hand up in the air pointing at the ceiling.
"SNIFF IT OR YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING NEXT!" Father chortled from underneath the table...
(To be continued)
In the interest of disclosure, each of the steps is 2", there are 31 total and the top platform is 4". Also in the interest of disclosure I had to take one power step into the jump onto the 66" box, from a complete standstill I can only hit 62 or 64.
And for those that will probably ask I am 5'9.
And for those who don't read this, you will probably ask anyway.
And for those that are still reading, thank you for for all your support.
And for those that are still still reading, I just wanted to share a snippet of a novel I've been working on with you, let me know what you think:
Dolores snapped, it hadn't even been six days since she last expressed her disdain of the candied yams that graced the dining table every night, yet here she was again. Mortified, she turned to face the plastered wall, a vain attempt at hiding her face from mother.
"What is it dear?" Mother asked.
She asked that every night, and every night, the answer was the same.
"I made you your favorite candied yams tonight honey, is everything okay?"
Everything was not okay. Dolores felt helpless as she stared at the pasty, off white wallpaper that was beginning to crack from the evaporated moisture of fresh candied yams that had just been scraped off the wall from the night before.
"You sicken me..." she muttered, under her breath, her teeth permanently clenched, pulse quickening.
"You must want some more candied yams..." Mother paused and looked up at her with empty eyes, a fistful of the mashed orange concoction in her right hand, her left hand up in the air pointing at the ceiling.
"SNIFF IT OR YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING NEXT!" Father chortled from underneath the table...
(To be continued)
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