Formosa Fitness

 This is the best true story and endorsement of kettlebell training I've seen. Two paramedics get an unexpected surprise. An excerpt:

We arrive at a small wooden house and are let inside by a Russian family: a middle-age couple and their two teenage sons. "It's my father," the man says in heavily accented English. "My grandfather," one of the sons says in perfect English, while sitting at the kitchen table with a high school calculus textbook open in front of him. "He's acting irrationally," the other son, a strapping young fellow in fashionably distressed jeans, says.

"Does he have a psych history?" Bronson asks.

"No," the calculus son says. ...

We go into the living room, where the man is sitting on the couch. He looks younger than 85.

He's about 5 feet-6 inches tall, barrel-chested, arms like iron bars, and no neck. "He's built like a brick house," Bronson says. ...

PD arrives. As I'm explaining to one police officer what's going on, the other cop points to the corner and says, "Whose are those?" Under a table are two cast-iron things, like solid black cauldrons with thick handles.

"What are they?" I ask. "Kettle bells," the cop says. "What's a kettle bell?" I ask.

Read the whole thing to see what happens at the end.