The Hero and The Heifer So ... was at the gym this morning bright and early slogging away on the rowing machine, generally good morning, feeling fine. Then I glance over...I see the Captain's Chair....... Standing on the bottom rungs pretending like it is ready to do some core work .... The Heifer. Its sallow, sunken complexion stares out across the gym...full of hate....wishing for bacon.  People glance at the Heifer with disgust....she is maybe 5'4" and probably pushing 350. Her "athletic" top is stretched to the breaking point as it attempts to hold in myriad vast folds of flesh.  I look back a few times.....it still has not done any work on that Captain's chair. You can tell some other early morning gym goers are getting salty waiting for it. Shes harshing everyone's morning gym buzz. Enter the Hero. Across the floor towards the It-Cow, dual kettlebells in hands, strides a man. His head is shaved, his torso is ripped. He is in his mid-20's. His left leg ends in a prosthetic mid-thigh. His right leg ends in a prosthetic at the knee. Both prosthetics are brand new and high grade - he clearly is not used to walking with them yet. Likely a soldier - seems like an IED injury. He's working with a trainer - and they decide to set up right in front of lounging she-cow. You can see the Heifer's brow wrinkle, its eyes disappearing deep into fat folds, at the sight of this Hero - in amazing shape and working harder to cope with his disability.  The Heifer waddles off.....never having actually used that Captains chair.  The whole gym seemed happier.