Friday, Aug. 08, 2003
Dear Diary:

The cool thing about being an older woman is that people don't try to dismember you when you accidentally maim them in the gym.

Bonus.

Two weeks ago I accidentally clocked this guy with the 45 pound Olympic bar. We're not talking a light brush here, we're talking a full on THWAP. That had to hurt. I saw him at the gym today and the bruise has finally faded. Yeesh.

See, I've folded a new exercise into my workout, one that's called the Good Morning.

I use the Olympic bar the guy is using in the picture, I just don't put any extra weight on it. But, just before I do my Good Mornings, I do my squats with another 90 pounds on that bar. After doing the squats, the bar feels stupidly light.

Okay, so I was walking towards an unused section of the free weights area with the Olympic bar across my shoulders when a friend called me and I pivoted quickly to respond. Well, Mr. Innocent Bystander Who Was About To Be Maimed was right behind me heading towards one of the benches and THWAP I whomped him but good with the bar.

Fortunately I hit his shoulder and not his head. I am a tall woman. There are many men in my gym who are shorter than I. I don't even want to begin to imagine the damage I would have done if I had hit him on the head.

He grimaced. I could see he was mad and he was right to be mad at me for being so careless. It could have been a very bad situation. Oh man. What do you say?

I considered trying to dredge up something positive. There was nothing positive unless the words "wow, looks like you're going to get some really cool bruising and swelling out of that, eh" count as positive. I went with the classic apology and a little humour. "Uh, I'm really, really sorry that I smacked you with this 45 pound hunk of metal and if you let me live I promise to never do it again. Although if you kill me I won't be doing it again, either. Your call."

He started to laugh. Bless him for that. Now whenever he sees me at the gym he makes this big show as if he's afraid of me hurting him. It's funny, but for both of us it's laced with the knowledge that there's not that many inches between the top of a person's shoulder and their skull. Lesson learned.

Clearly, if you're going to thwap someone, make sure they're tall and have a good sense of humour.

No need to thank me for that bit of insight. I'm all about sharing the life experience, eh.

--Marn

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