So those of you who know who I am, perhaps seen my videos, know I go heavy. 1) because I need to 2) because I love to. Either way, Ive never been afraid to go heavy because fear keeps you from going the extra mile. It can drive you, but the logic can keep you from adding that extra plate or doing that extra rep.
Well, I finally had a damn good scare the other day, and it wasn't even my fault per say. I was on the leg press machine. I had just done 1,260lb for 6 pause reps, feet high and narrow, to hit hams. There was room for two more plate per side, so I figured what the hell, lets see if I can do it. So my dad and I load the machine, I get psyched up and uncraddled the weight. It's heavy. I mean fuckin heavy Johnson. But I block it out and begin to lower it. Everything is going find. Then 3/4 of the way done BANG the fuckin pin holding the seat up gives the fuck out! I crash back, my legs give out, and all that weight comes crashing down.
For a second I just sit there waiting for the pain. Nothing. I look to my right and see my knee by my cheek. the steel pegs at the bottom managed to catch the weight, saving my life. I don't remember doing it, but I moved my knees out which kept my from breaking my ribs.
I can honestly say Ive never been so scared while lifting in my entire life. But, wriggled out, stripped it, and managed to finish a decent ham workout...after taking about ten minutes to recompose myself.
Well, I finally had a damn good scare the other day, and it wasn't even my fault per say. I was on the leg press machine. I had just done 1,260lb for 6 pause reps, feet high and narrow, to hit hams. There was room for two more plate per side, so I figured what the hell, lets see if I can do it. So my dad and I load the machine, I get psyched up and uncraddled the weight. It's heavy. I mean fuckin heavy Johnson. But I block it out and begin to lower it. Everything is going find. Then 3/4 of the way done BANG the fuckin pin holding the seat up gives the fuck out! I crash back, my legs give out, and all that weight comes crashing down.
For a second I just sit there waiting for the pain. Nothing. I look to my right and see my knee by my cheek. the steel pegs at the bottom managed to catch the weight, saving my life. I don't remember doing it, but I moved my knees out which kept my from breaking my ribs.
I can honestly say Ive never been so scared while lifting in my entire life. But, wriggled out, stripped it, and managed to finish a decent ham workout...after taking about ten minutes to recompose myself.
