so I go into my Tuesday chest workout with my training partner feeling great. had a number to do for him and i to do on the incline bench for the day in mind. so we both started to warm up on the incline press with 135. ( the last two chest workouts him and I did
were two of the best chest workouts we have ever had, so I was looking for a great third workout in a row) after my first warm up set, something didn't feel right. so I did another set, and after my third set with 135, I told the kid that I was not feeling it today. but he talked me in
continuing, so we went up in weight. by now, I knew that no way could I hit the number in mind. so I told the kid today is not my day kid, and should have went home right then. but no, we kept going like a fools.
so now we have two 45s on each side, and I'm freaking sweating like a pig, feel like shit, should be at the bar drinking a beer. but no, I'm still benching like a fool.
so I do my final set with 225, and after my 6 nasty reps, I go to rack the bar, but I rack the right side of the bar, and I missed the left tab by about 1 inch. so now the right side is racked, but the left side is not. so my left arm drops down from lactic acid, the bar dips to the left,
and both rubber 45s go flying off the bar. both 45s hit the ground from about 5 feet in the air, go bouncing right toward a kid who was standing nearby. I scream, my training partner screams, the kid screams, and dodges both 45s. it was in slow motion. I got very lucky that
both plates didn't hit the kid.
moral of this sad story. when things don't feel right or good, go home and come back another day.
