Interesting day in the neighborhood (3 of 3): Bikeride home.

As I bike home from the big box store, it's like 11pm at night, and as I pass a Crossfit in this odd barren neighborhood with warehouse apartments and scattered storefronts, I see a long man outside the closed exercise place, staring at a brick pillar on either side of which the windows are set, and intently and repeatedly lashing out at it with fists as he's huddled over, doing boxing moves.

There's no-one else around, and he looks normal and otherwise in a sane mind.