He sits alone on the grassy area in the south end of Percy Beard Track, carefully screwing the spikes into his running shoe. Beside him lies a long, gray object made of carbon graphite and titanium. It is Albert Reed's most important running partner his prosthetic right leg.
Reed points to the contraption, which already has spikes put in at the bottom.
Reed's hand drifts over to a green sports bag sitting atop a nearby bench. The bag, too, has a nickname. And that's Oscar. Dark, black sunglasses shield his eyes, but the smile creeping up on his face can be seen as bright as day. It's a Tuesday afternoon like every other for Reed.