MAN2MAN
IT WAS AN ordinary Friday around dawn when I limbered up for what I thought would be just another garage workout. Figuring I'd start with bench press, I loaded a barbell with 50kg, lay down and pressed it off the rack. CRASH!
The back of my head hit the floor. I was looking at the ceiling. My feet were still planted, my calves perpendicular to the floor. The damn bench had collapsed! The pin that was supposed to have locked it at a slight incline had given way.
Pain and a sense of weirdness engulfed my right shoulder. Okay, I thought, I need to get this barbell the hell off me. I must have used my left side and a surge of adrenaline to free myself.
Back in the house, I swallowed some painkillers and pressed an icepack against my shoulder and chest. Deep down, I knew this was
