<human>: This happened yesterday at 4:40ish PM @ the curse of 24hr. After a half of a long day of going from classroom to classroom to sway every professor I can about adding me to their golden roster. I decided to get a sesh in not too far from campus. Well I started strong with 5x5's. After demolishing the 5x5's with a set of burnouts after each set, I made my way to a bench to do some incline dumbbell press. 

Well shit. 

I did a set with lower weight. Felt easy but not solid. Proceeded to do another set just for the kicks. These don't count toward my 5x8's for the inclines. On the second set of "testing the dumbbell" I went holy ham and fucked up my wrist. It was my less dominant wrist too. 

This is how it went: I took three big breaths--breathing in and breathing out as hard as I can. I kicked the weights up from a resting position on my knees. On the way up, my rock solid rook side thought it would be cool to add some wrist action. My. Wrist. Cried.

Now, I didn't stop cause I told myself, this shit aint stopping me! I got my magical hypee tunes up from Barney. Continued the finish the 5x8's. Then proceed to the 5x8's on the dumbbell press on a flat bench. 

Woke up this morning with my wrist in immense pain. Seems like I damaged some nerves. Now I am on some ibuprofen and icy hot.

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<bot>: Messed up my wrist by not correctly lifting the dumbbell on my knee on incline. Proceeded to continue lifting after the fuck up.