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| A Few Minutes After |
How I busted my forehead? I already got that question a handful of times and it is already bothering me. We do dumb things in life and sometimes the consequences are more noticeable than other times. I figure I might as well write it out and redirect anyone who is curious to this blog.
I went over to my best friend Juan's house to weight lift like I normally do two or three times a week. This time I took my new resistance bands. After finishing half my workout I wanted to work on my latissimus dorsi muscle (a back muscle). Since we only have free weights I wanted to try something new to really target the area. I sat on the ground with my legs straight out and my back at 90 degrees. I wrapped the bands around my feet and pulled to simulate a "seated pulley row". When I tried to pull the bands back I realized there was too much slack and I wasn't working anything out. Before my friend left me he warned me to wrap the bands around the tree he had or the pole. Of course I figured out a more inventive way. I just needed more distance between my feet and the bands.
After walking around for a bit I found two buckets. I placed the first bucket at the bottom of my feet and wrapped the bands around the other side. The bucket was too large and I couldn't pull the bands properly. I tried out the second bucket and it was perfect! I did 8 reps for the first set. It was too easy so I clipped on the other two bands. That put the resistance at 90-105 lbs. The next set felt perfect. Occasionally the bucket would wobble at the highest point of tension but I would adjust my legs to compensate. On my very last rep of my last set I was finally getting tired. I didn't notice that the bucket was wobbling and suddenly the bucket toppled over my feet straight towards my face.
I imagined it came at me around 100 m/h. I have a good idea what it feels when a baseball player gets popped in the head with a fast ball. It wasn't fun. Eventually I got to my feet, called my friend and he quickly took me to the local clinic where I received seven sutures. This morning I woke up and didn't recognize myself. It's a strange feeling having such a drastic change. I remember when I cut my 5 inch beard off. It's like a different person is glaring back, but at least I know I could always grow my beard back. This scar is staying with me as a reminder. Experience Points +100
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| Morning After |
