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An electrocardiogram (ECG), which is a quick test to assess the heart, is simple and inexpensive.   To perform the test, small, adhesive patches are applied to the skin at specific points on the chest, arms, legs.   The electrodes connect to an ECG machine via wires.   The electrical activity in the heart is then measured and interpreted. Finally, it is printed.   There is no electricity sent to the body. Natural electrical impulses coordinate contractions among the various parts to maintain blood flow.   The ECG records these impulses in order to determine how fast the heart beats and what rhythm it is keeping. It also shows the strength and timing for the electrical impulses that travel through different parts of your heart.   ECG changes can indicate many heart-related conditions. A stress ECG is used to evaluate the heart's reaction to exercise or stress.   While you are on a treadmill, stationary bike, or other exercise equipment, your ECG will be recorded.   An ECG tracing wi

I stopped taking a deep breath and opened my eyes. Then, I panicked. My mind told me to push! But my arms wouldn’t move.   I wondered what the trainers meant by advising against extreme programs that could "death with a barbell"? Those are your thoughts as you lie under your own bench press. Cold iron grazing the back of your throat, like an impending knife.   I gasped in despair, surrounded by embarrassment. My hero ran across the street in one direction.   I never got his name, but he grabbed the sand and pulled it off my head.   I jumped, exasperated, relieved, and thanked God for my Neo-like reincarnation.   He chuckled and made sure that I was OK before leaving me with words I will never forget. "Probably didn’t know you needed one, huh?" I looked down at that bar.   There were only 10 pounds on each side. It was official. The 65-pound bench press had found a way that completely embarrassed me. Start From Scratch Because the bench press (let's call BPI beca

I forgot to take my breath and then closed my eyes. Then, suddenly, panic set in. My mind thought I was pushing, but my arms wouldn’t move.   I wondered if it was what trainers meant to warn me about the extreme programs that could lead "death from barbell". Those thoughts are what you think of when you feel trapped beneath your bench press. The cold iron is grazing your throat as a impending guillotine.   I gasped for breath in my desperate state of despair. My hero ran to me from one direction.   I didn't grab his name, but he grabbed my weight and gently curled it from my head.   I jumped up, relieved, and exasperated at my Neolike reincarnation. Then, he took the weight off my head and I thanked him for his extraordinary feats of strength.   He made me laugh, made sure I was fine, and left me with words I will never forget. "Probably didn’t think that you needed a spotster, huh?" I looked at it.   Only 10 Pounds sat on each side. It was official. My 65-pound

I suddenly became panicky, forgot to take a deep breath, and closed my eyes. My mind was telling me to "Push!" but my arms wouldn’t move.   I wondered if this is what trainers meant by warning about extreme programs that could result in "deathby barbell". Those are the thoughts that run through your mind when you lie trapped beneath your bench press, the cold iron feeling like a imminent guillotine.   I gasped in desperate need for help, my face swollen with shame. My hero ran from one direction to the other.   I did not know his name but he grabbed the weight from me and curled it around my head.   I jumped up, feeling relieved and exasperated by my Neo-like reincarnation.   He smiled, checked that I was alright, and left me with words I'll never forget. "Probably didn't believe you needed a spotter. huh?" I looked at the bar.   Each side was able to hold 10 pounds. It was official. My 65-pound bench presse found a new way of completely embarrassi