As you all know, I sleep in a park.
From my perch, I watch a physical trainer methodically set up equipment three days a week.
He lugs over 15 30-pound weight balls, elastic cords, sometimes big tires, and a regular variety of equipment starting at about 7am, and at about 7:30 his trainees begin to pull into the parking lot next to where he’s set up, about 15 trainees in all.
He has another class that arrives MUCH earlier on alternating day, sometimes I am woken up to the yells of his group doing what they do at 5m in the morning when one of my ear plugs has fallen out as I sleep.
He seems tireless.
But here’s the kicker.
His right leg is amputated from the thigh down and he walks on a leg that looks like it’s straight out of the Terminator movie.
To say it – and he – is cool is an understatement.
He ignored his disability and chose to do what he wanted with it.
And gets around just as easily as someone who actually has the leg.
There’s another man who frequents Starbuck’s.
He runs here.
From the hips down he’s all Terminator legs.
A double amputee.
Not 10 years ago he’d have been confined to a wheelchair.
It all makes robots look pretty darn cool and Terminator a LOT less scary.
In my ever so humble opinion.
Not that I want the legs myself. But given the alternative option should something that dire happen, this actually makes for a ‘cool’ alternative.