My scariest experience was when I was benching with about my max at the time. I didn’t have a spotter, but that didn’t matter much. The weight wasn’t that heavy. I’ve only been working out for about half a year.
I had a good set but was happy that I finished it and dropped the bar on the rack rather enthousiastically.
To my disgust, one side bounced back. I still had my hands on it though but I was in no position to push it back up. So, as I was struggling with the bar, it slowly lowered toward my face.
Untill one of the ecto kids jumped to my rescue and pulled it off.
I remember one summer during freshman or sophmore year, we were doing box squats, and had 405 on the bar…not too heavy, when my training partner went to begin squatting, and in a flash of bad form, and because of the immense presence of accumulated sweat on his back and neck, the bar slipped off, and slammed into the box, sending all the plates flying around the room. The olympic style crome bar had a 30 degree bend in it, and had to be thrown out. Everyone was okay, but his neck was kinda fucked up.
Two years ago I was maxing out on cleans and tried a PR of 105 kg. My first and second pulls were fine but then I felt myself losing the lift when I was rotating under it. I tried to toss the weight but ended up only throwing the left side of the bar far enough…the rest came crashing down on my right leg about 2 inches above my knee cap. As I laid on the platform thanking God for still having my leg intact I could see an indentation in my right quad where the bar hit. I saw the doctor a few days later and he said I was damn lucky I didn’t shear part of my quads right off the bone. Then I got cankles from all the swelling This pic was taken the day after it happened.
[quote]Five wrote:
Two years ago I was maxing out on cleans and tried a PR of 105 kg. My first and second pulls were fine but then I felt myself losing the lift when I was rotating under it. I tried to toss the weight but ended up only throwing the left side of the bar far enough…the rest came crashing down on my right leg about 2 inches above my knee cap. As I laid on the platform thanking God for still having my leg intact I could see an indentation in my right quad where the bar hit. I saw the doctor a few days later and he said I was damn lucky I didn’t shear part of my quads right off the bone. Then I got cankles from all the swelling This pic was taken the day after it happened.[/quote]
That reminds me of the time I first tried to powerclean 100kg… I thoought I was good for it having done 95kg the week before fairly easily…SO i pull the bar, shrug hard and try to flip down and get under it. Except the bar didn’t come high enough, so as I pulled my self under all I actually did was pull myself straight into the bar. I hit my breast bone so hard it hurt to breathe for the next few days.
Hey, I helped a buddy out with a problem like this once with his power rack, depedning on the height you have before you hit the cieling just get some concreate nails and pieces of 2x4 and nail them into the floor and the mount the rack onto the 2x4’s. Held it sturdy though it did through off his pin placements and everything, but an idea to look at.
[quote]djoh615893 wrote:
I have a power rack in my basement that isn’t bolted down yet (working on that still). I was doing heavy squats and went to rack the weight, and when I leaned the bar into the rack to set it on the hooks, the goddamn rack slid up against the wall. It didn’t lean over, or anything like that. It just fucking slid, as if to deliberately piss me off. Now, I was exhausted from that set, weak, the bar was sliding down my back, my arms were cranking in completely the opposite direction that they were designed to move, and I’m fast approaching a dimension of rage I’ve never comprehended before because I never imagined something this retarded happening to me.
The rack is right up against the wall where I can’t even reach the hooks anymore. Luckily I have a habit of setting the pins before I lift (just for occasions like this) so I squatted down and set the bar on the pins. My wife was there the whole time and was clueless as to what to do.
As soon as I racked the bar I started throwing shit around the basement and having a temper tantrum that would make any rich kid proud. I’ve been trying to bolt that fucking thing down for a couple of weeks but so far everything is a waste of time and money. Concrete lags are bullshit by the way. So are concrete screws. [/quote]
Being all macho and stuff and getting pissed at these wussy boys even getting close to my weights. I decided I’d out pull them. I don’t remember much because I blacked out (not literally I was in lifter black out mode) I ended up waking up on the floor after hitting a 50 lb pr with blood all over my face from my nose and my right eye also had blood in it. None the less, I won the battle and felt the glory in my keaster and lower back the next day. Coach wasn’t to happy with me passing out in his weightroom though. Wasn’t really scary I guess, kinda fun because as soon as I figure what happened I was calmed down.
The most gruesome thing I ever saw was in a high school lifting class. The benches were fine, but not bolted to the floor. One the of guys in the class was screwing around and put on way too much weight. Then decided to be cool and, from behind the bench, grabbed the bar, jumped up, and try to slide between the bar and the bench. Well, he got his legs through about the time the bench unbalanced backwards. He landed on the ground and tried to catch the weight. He succeeded in compound fracturing both of his forearms and bruising his chest.
I was doing seated GM’s with 270. On my third set the bench I was sitting on melted below me. It was the type without any direct support, just the square beam steel along the bottom. This wasn’t too bright on my part from the start, but now I’m sitting like at the bottom of a slide with my butt on the ground. I either just dropped it and hoped it didn’t pound my lower back, or lean way forward and try to squat it up. It almost bent me in half but I got it up. I was pretty proud of myself and looked around my garage like somebody may have seen.
This pic was taken the day after it happened.