The early morning breeze whips through Terri's hair and clothing as she sprints through the park, focused. The usual jog had been left by the wayside as the Steepscrambler ran, leapt, hopped, ducked, swivelled and graced over obstacles. It had taken a good few weeks of practice but Terri finally felt she was starting to crack this Parkour nut.


In the end, it was all about dedication to one's self and one's actions; any doubt or misjudgement ended painfully.


Much like life, really.


Terri bounded on, unperturbed, the single feather tucked tightly in her hair, held by the butterfly hair pin.