My evening walk around the park is almost finished, when I notice a man running half speed toward a small tree. At the last possible moment, the man leaps into the air and lands a kick against the tree’s trunk.
My martial arts expertise goes no deeper than the crane technique. Still, I believe this man is training for something because he holds a neon green exercise thing in his hand, and it matches his headband.
I stop to stretch. He delivers a training montage:
A glancing kick, an embarrassing tumble
A quiet moment of doubt, determined to win face
He guts it out
Takes off running into the sunset…
The tree is stoic, but I like to think the breeze blowing through its branches says, “You better run, mother-trunker!”