As a natural-born klutz, I've had many "ooops" moments in the gym. The one that still makes me giggle, though, was when I was 7 plus months pregnant. I rolled off the t-bar row machine in a gym full of undergraduate men. No damage done, except to my ego.
Another favorite was when I first started using a dip belt and plates for dips. I had heard male friends complaining about how uncomfortable the chain can be on their privates, and they all seemed to have a story about hitting said privates with the plate and the pain that ensued. Lacking that kind of equipment, I was way too overconfident. I promptly whacked the "funny bone" on my knee with a swinging plate so hard that it made my eyes water. Evidently, the Goddess o' Dips does not like overconfidence in her minions.
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