The year was 2000. I was working on a drilling rig down in Los Angeles. There was a big buffed guy named Derrin that worked for the same company I did. He was the one who told me never to waste my time with pull downs, and that pull ups were superior. Derrin was swole! He had high ass traps and cannonball shoulders. One day we planned to meet at the 24 hour fitness in Manhattan Beach, CA. And there he was........ some huge dude who had NO business inside a silly 24 hour fitness gym. Big Omar Deckard.
Well, me being the 170 lb. newb I was. (and what I considered to be a relatively strong newb, I might add) .... I wanted to impress big Omar. My man Derrin went to shake his hand and say hi because he knew Omar. He just kind of nodded my way. I didn't talk to him, but he knew that a young Critical Mass was in the house. Oh yes, he knew.
He was repping a 135 lb. barbell on smooth sets of standing curls. Not to be outdone,
I grabbed 50 lb. dumbells and proceeded to rep out standing curls with perfect form.
You see, here is where the story goes to hell. The dumbells were rubber coated. After my set was over, I went to re rack the dumbells and they bounced off the damn rack and crushed my finger on the rack. Now, when I say "crushed," I mean split wide friggi'n open!
Thank God I had my gym towel.
Determined to not make a scene (which I did anyway), I wrapped my finger in my towel an went to do another set. Blood was dripping everywhere. I could no longer forebear and had to tell Derrin that I had to leave. Big Omar gave me strange look and I haven't seen him since.
And with that accident, the young Critical Mass was born with the intention to never embarrass myself again in front of a bodybuilder.
Next, I will tell you how I embarassed Carrot Top in the gym.
Ok. I don't know why I tell you people these things.
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