Therefore But For The Grace Of God….

Dad dies after dropping barbell on chest in freak accident at the gym

I generally don’t have a spotter, either, unless my youngest and I are working on the same body parts during one of our infrequent trips to the rec center over in Republic. It’s funny: We signed up for 3 months to try it out, and we went all the time; we signed up for another 3 months, and we went all the time; we signed up for the full year, and…. Well, it’s a long way (about twelve minutes away, a handful shorter than the YMCA, but less expensive).

Which is why I don’t ever push it and max out on barbell bench presses. I know the risks. And I’ve only had to be helped one time where I worked to the point of failure and the bar would go no further.

I also wear gloves, so the bar doesn’t “slip” out of my hands.

But, geez. Makes me feel better about skipping this weekend.

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