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what's a silly way you almost died? (hexbear.net)
submitted 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago) by assyrian@hexbear.net to c/askchapo@hexbear.net
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one day last year I was in the gym and went to the lat pulldown machine in the middle of my workout. someone had it on 200 lbs or something, so I pulled the pin out of the weight stack, and the entire attachment fell on the back of my head. this was a really heavy metal attachment, must have been like 20-30 lbs fell on my head. I got really dizzy for ~30 seconds and had a big bump on my head, but that was somehow all that happened.

to this day, I'm kind of scared and cautious whenever I change the weight on those machines.

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[–] erik@hexbear.net 17 points 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago)

When I was an elementary school kid me and my classmates were all hopped up and excited being on a rare field trip that took us a mall that was so fancy it was three stories (we all came from a rural farm community, attending a religious school) and we all decided to race down the stairs that ran parallel with the escalators.

I 100% lost control of myself within the first three steps going down, gravity yanked me mightily and I remember moving my legs rapidly without my brain giving my body permission to do so and some how stayed on my feet all the way down as I practically skated down those stairs. I still have such vivid memory decades later of it practically being an out of body experience. I easily beat everyone down the stairs because I had, for all intents and purposes, thrown myself down them. If I had missed just one step as my legs desperately pumped, I guarantee I would have at least absolutely injured myself horribly, if not flat out died on those hard steps with metal railings that went on for two stories straight down to the ground.