Did I Hurt You?
I was happily working my lats at the gym using the pulley machine when a 10 pound free weight landed itself on my right foot. Ouch!
I knew who the culprit was. It was this thin scrawny guy showing off to this friend how to do a standing preacher curl with two 10 pound weights.
If you use a barbell, fine. But nobody in the right frame of mind would insert two free weights into the preacher curl bar without securing it with the grips and then stand up doing it when it’s meant to be done seated down. Dumb.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked. No sorry, nothing.
I didn’t even bother to answer. Why ask the obvious? You must be blind not to seen where the weight landed. You must be blind not to have caught the expression on my face.
Had I been vicious, I would have picked up the fallen weight, walked over and dropped it onto his right foot and then pose him the same question “did I hurt you?”
