As someone who has been in a scenario in which my adrenaline surged in a life or death situation but failed to lift something heavy: your muscles are not magically going to give you extra fibres you dont have.
My exact scenario: working as a glazier, and a slate of glass vertically landed on a workmates foot, another guy managed to pick up the corner of the slate with his hands. Failure to lift the glass would split the glass and result in a guillotine of 3mm float.
Despite my best effort I could not lift the corner of the slate using a suction grip.
Actually, I wasnt thinking clearly, it was the guy who lifted the corner up with his fucking hands (and then got his hands trapped) who frantically yelled at me to grab the suction grip.
When I couldn’t lift it, I was running around the factory looking for something to wedge under the glass before it split.
Eventually I found a steel pole and rolled it underneath before my workmate lost his fingers.
Also, the moron who got his foot crushed wasn’t wearing steel caps, despite them being mandatory.
I think I still have some unresolved PTSD from that day lol.
My monkey brain tree climbing instincts are screaming in languages I don’t even know.
Not when you’re 60
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug
So is methamphetamine, but its not going to make you a squirrel at 60
Idk, people have managed to lift cars after adrenaline surges. A tree with low branches seems more plausible than that
As someone who has been in a scenario in which my adrenaline surged in a life or death situation but failed to lift something heavy: your muscles are not magically going to give you extra fibres you dont have.
My exact scenario: working as a glazier, and a slate of glass vertically landed on a workmates foot, another guy managed to pick up the corner of the slate with his hands. Failure to lift the glass would split the glass and result in a guillotine of 3mm float.
Despite my best effort I could not lift the corner of the slate using a suction grip.
sounds like you were still thinking clearly.
when monke brain hits, all monke see is monke do.
Actually, I wasnt thinking clearly, it was the guy who lifted the corner up with his fucking hands (and then got his hands trapped) who frantically yelled at me to grab the suction grip.
When I couldn’t lift it, I was running around the factory looking for something to wedge under the glass before it split.
Eventually I found a steel pole and rolled it underneath before my workmate lost his fingers.
Also, the moron who got his foot crushed wasn’t wearing steel caps, despite them being mandatory.
I think I still have some unresolved PTSD from that day lol.