I watched someone die. I arrived at the gym just as the ambulance pulled up. A man was leaving when he collapsed. It was a heart attack. No one attempted CPR before the paramedics arrived. Had I arrived 5 minutes earlier I could have tried.
He had spoken to the girls at the front desk and to my trainer and mentioned he had shoulder pain. If he'd only known the signs of a heart attack...If my trainer knew the signs of a heart attack...This man would still be alive. That ascpect of things lingered in my thoughts for the remainder of the night.
I don't know what type of person he was. All I know was the he was 54 and new to the gym. He could have been the worlds sweetest grandfather or a depraved child molestor. What I saw, was a man who was probably told by his doctor that he needs to get in better shape. He worked too hard, and died. The cure is what killed him.
I've watched enough Discovery Health to know that this man wasn't going to make it. He was flatlined when the ambulance showed up. They couldn't get his heart to startup again. I'd ever seen someone dead. I guess there is a first time for everything. For some reason it was easier for my to handle because I actually watched it happen. I actually found it morbidly fascinating.
I don't want to be that guy. It scared my into, at least, three more years at the gym.
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