Apparently you haven't seen his new 485 vid. He was doing well for a while but now he's back to the same old thing.Originally Posted by GoJu
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07-11-2007, 05:40 AM #77
That's apparently what they used to do before leg presses were around, and still do now, it's like the suitcase deadlift, and others... I can't find it, but I've seen a picture of a guy who used to do it, face looks like he's eaten a barbell or two... no teeth... so I'm guessing accidents were pretty common.
Y'know... i just like to lift heavy stuff
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07-11-2007, 06:04 AM #78True observation begins when one is devoid of set patterns
Silverback #1
Love
It can move one's heart to see a young couple romantically enthralled with each other. But the heart becomes deeply sad just a few months later - to see their paralyzing dependence on one another.
The more intense has been the religion of any period and the more profound has been the dogmatic belief, the greater has been the cruelty and the worse has been the state of affairs
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07-11-2007, 10:18 AM #82True observation begins when one is devoid of set patterns
Silverback #1
Love
It can move one's heart to see a young couple romantically enthralled with each other. But the heart becomes deeply sad just a few months later - to see their paralyzing dependence on one another.
The more intense has been the religion of any period and the more profound has been the dogmatic belief, the greater has been the cruelty and the worse has been the state of affairs
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07-11-2007, 11:14 AM #83
JPF articles
Fallen warrior: Jean-Pierre Fux suffers a devastating injury?but he'll be back!
Flex, August, 2002 by Peter McGough
At 11:22 AM on Thursday, May 2, all was right with the world of Jean-Pierre Fux. At 280 hard pounds, he was in his best shape in years and relishing the prospect of qualifying for the Mr. 0 at the Night Of Champions 16 days hence. At 11:23 on Thursday, May 2, Jean-Pierre's dreams lay in ruins as he lay prostrate on the floor at Gold's Gym, Fullerton, California, immobilized.
In the midst of doing 675-pound squats at a FLEX photo shoot with Chris Lund, he had suddenly collapsed and crashed to the gym floor.
Here's how Jean-Pierre remembers the accident. "We'd worked up to seven plates on each side. That weight is not a problem for me -- I had done the same thing a week earlier for my training video. I began to squat down and everything was fine. Then in a split second, I went from complete comfort to collapse. My knees just went -- I crashed down so quickly the spotters didn't have time to react. Afterward, they felt bad about it, but it was so quick, nobody could have caught the weight."
Jean-Pierre crashed to his knees and swayed back slightly before the weight was lifted from him. As the 675-pound load was released, he remembered something he'd once been told: To reduce tendon damage following such an injury, the legs should be kept straight. With that in mind, he somehow straightened his legs out on the floor, as Lund and his assistants rushed to his sides and started applying ice to both knees.
As they waited for the paramedics, Jean-Pierre said he was initially "not in a great deal of pain" and was unsure of the extent of his injuries. After a few minutes, the right knee swelled up alarmingly; next, the excruciating pain began. However, the thought uppermost in Jean-Pierre's mind was not the pain, but that "all those months of contest training and dieting have now gone for nothing."
Despite his own trauma, he could see that the accident had affected Lund, and he attempted to buoy up the lensman's spirits by quipping, "Well, Chris, it looks like 1,000-pound leg presses are out of the question."
Recalling the incident, Lund says, "Despite the pain and agony he was in, he managed a joke -- that's a man for you. A lot of the pros would have been bawling their heads off, but Jean-Pierre just gritted his teeth. I've spoken to him regularly since the injury and not once has he vented any thoughts of feeling sorry for himself. He's a remarkable guy."
The paramedics duly arrived and ferried Fux to a local hospital; he was later transferred to Eisenhower Medical Center in Rancho Mirage, nearer his Palm Springs home. The diagnosis was torn vastus medialis of the left thigh and torn patella ligaments of the right leg. At 3 PM on Friday, May 3, he underwent four hours of surgery to repair the damage. He was told the surgery went as well as could be expected. His doctor told him he was confident the left quadriceps would recover fully, but cautioned that it was too soon to say whether the same would be true for the damaged patella. Jean-Pierre remained hospitalized for two weeks and returned to his Palm Springs home on Monday, May 20.
During his time in the hospital, and despite being in a wheelchair with his legs kept straight, Jean-Pierre visited the gym every day "to do some upper-body work." At home, he continues the practice. He asserts, "I have to go to the gym. It's who I am. Physically I need the feel of the weight, and mentally I have to make the statement that I'm a bodybuilder." He trains for about 20 or 30 minutes daily, and can get out of his wheelchair and shuffle around on crutches, although, he says, 'After half an hour, my knees begin to swell slightly and I have to get back in the wheelchair."
As of late May, the prognosis is that Fux will commence therapy to start bending his knees by late June. If all goes well, by early August, he will be able to drive his car and become more independent. He is uncertain when he will return to the competitive stage; he only knows he will. To us, he displays the soul of a warrior.
"While I waited for the paramedics," says Fux, "a lot of things went through my mind. Had I had a great pro career and won a bunch of titles, then maybe retirement would have seemed the way to go. But my career has been one of disappointment. My fault -- I never got things together the way I should have. Even at the 1997 Mr. Olympia [where he finished seventh and was hailed as a future Mr. O], I had been sick for a few days and lost size. Last year, two weeks out from the Night Of Champions, I was in great shape, then screwed it up by losing 15 pounds trying to be harder. For my own peace of mind, I have to go onstage just once looking like the Jean-Pierre I know I can be. I need to do that before I retire. I'm still only 33. Ronnie and other guys in the top five [at the Olympia] are a lot older. I have the time."
He pauses, before concluding softly, "Lying on a gym floor was no way to retire. I thought, I can't go out like this, I have unfinished business."
WHY WE PRINTED THESE PHOTOS
When the accompanying photographs of Jean-Pierre Fux's training accident arrived on my desk, I hesitated to use them in the magazine. Although we wanted to tell Jean-Pierre's story, we didn't want to exploit this devastating incident, which happened to occur in front of FLEX photographer Chris Lund and his camera. It was Jean-Pierre himself who urged us to reconsider and publish the photos, both as a record of his injury and as an explicit cautionary lesson to others. We will continue to chart Jean-Pierre's progress during his rehabilitation, both to educate and inspire. We wish him the best -- he deserves it.No drug talk allowed
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07-11-2007, 11:18 AM #84
Follow up.
Risen warrior: Jean-Pierre Fux's amazing comeback after being crushed under 675 pounds is the stuff of legend - Personality
Flex, March, 2004 by Julian Schmidt
Bodybuilders are like laws and sausages: If you like them, you ought not watch them being made. That paragon of muscular perfection you see flooded in footlights and fame high on the posing stage is mortal flesh, sometimes driven by its own will to rip its tendons, shred its muscle tissue, collapse in exhaustion, lose consciousness, even snap its bones in order to get there.
In its mightiest of specimens, such as Jean-Pierre Fux, it's fueled by a passion that cannot be stilled. Fux, especially, is hell-bent on breaking the bonds of physical limitation, and damn the destruction.
In that quest, Fux has triumphed. As FLEX Editor-in-Chief Peter McGough chronicled and Chris Lund photographed in our August 2002 issue, Fux, on May 2, 2002, was in the middle of his squat workout at Gold's Gym in Fullerton, California, when he collapsed to his knees with a 675-pound barbell on his shoulders. The vastus medialis in his left leg had torn, as had the patellar ligaments in his right leg.
Fux was rushed to a local hospital and later transferred to Eisenhower Medical Center in Rancho Mirage, near his Palm Springs home, where he underwent four hours of surgery. The doctor's prognosis: The left leg should recover fully, but the news was not so encouraging for his right leg. Once inside, the surgeon also discovered shredded cartilage that had been a scrambled mess for years. "Torn cartilage is normally not such a big deal," the surgeon told Fux, "but in your case, it's a big deal. I've never seen anything so bad in anyone so young. How were you able to walk before the accident?"
Had the doctor taken an MRI of Fux's momentum, he would have had the answer. Jean-Pierre Fux has more guts than can be strung on a fence. In the first 33 years of his life, Fux has had five surgeries on his legs, two from soccer injuries and three from bodybuilding, yet he still evinces no hint of prudence.
Before he took his first swing on a gate, Fux was driven to dominate whatever defied him. When little J.P. would pedal his bike to the store for groceries in his hometown of Naters, a small idyllic village in the mountains in the south of Switzerland, it was never merely to run an errand for mom and be done with it. As he explains, "I would imagine it was a race and say to myself, 'OK, I'm at stage number seven now, so faster, faster!' In everything, I was competitive. When I was little, I had a hockey game at home, and whenever a kid would come over, we'd play, and I never lost--never, ever--until I was nine or 10 years old. A kid came to our house and he beat me, so I dumped the whole game over his head."
Later in his youth, Fux appeared destined for soccer superstardom, but he was even too competitive for that. "Soccer is a team sport," he says, "and if you have some idiots on your team, they can mess up everything for you. I had trouble with everybody in soccer: trainers, coaches, players. In bodybuilding, you are totally responsible for your success or failure. You can make a lot more money more easily in soccer, but the individual satisfaction is not there. Some of my soccer teammates played just for fun, but I wanted to win every time."
Indomitability is Fux's perdition, but it's his salvation, as well. Without it, this injury would have finished him. Even after the surgery, with visions of the 2003 Night Of Champions dancing in his head, he was 100% sure he'd return. That, however, was denial. The road to recovery lay ahead of him, and it would be his most formidable competitor ever.
"The first nine weeks after the accident," he explains, "I couldn't even do therapy. I had to wait until my legs were fully healed. During that time, they had to be kept completely straight. After all those months on your back, you begin to wonder if you are even mentally--let alone physically--able to come back. You are aware of existing in a world that is diametrically opposite that of bodybuilding. You're totally inactive, so you lose focus. You have a sloppy meal and tell yourself it's OK this time, and that starts the slippery slope into compromise. It also becomes more and more difficult to believe you'll ever again be capable of eating right every day, all day, and training twice a day, even though that's what I love most about bodybuilding: the hard, ruthless, painful discipline. I absolutely love it.
"Once therapy started, I was at least doing something every day. Then, one day, I had 5% flexion in my leg. That was inspiring. At least it was progress of some kind. Something was going on in my life. I wasn't just lying there, with nothing happening.
"The most depressing moment was my first day back home. I left the therapy center a little too early. When you're there, someone is always around to attend to you 24 hours a day, but back home, you don't even know how to begin to move or get out of the wheelchair. It's difficult to explain everything involved. My bed at home was much lower than the one at the hospital, so, at first, it took me 45 minutes just to lie down. Later, even with practice, it took me 40 minutes to get out of bed, go to the bathroom and go back to bed. I had to swing myself out of bed, put the braces on my legs, make it to the bathroom, going from one piece of furniture to another, then to my suitcase, the wall, the doorknob and whatever I could grab along the way, then reverse the process. When I went to the store, someone would have to take me in my wheelchair. It was all very depressing, and it changed every day. One day you're depressed and think you'll never walk again, but the next day, you notice the slightest hint of progress, maybe being able to bend your leg another degree and you think you're back in the game.
"I was still returning to the therapy center at the hospital, but the first couple of times were horrible. Friends had to come over, put me in the back of the car and drive me there. I could then push myself to the therapy center in my wheelchair. I tried working out in my wheelchair in my backyard, where I had some light dumbbells and a back machine, but I couldn't do much of anything. Mostly, I was going to therapy. Every day, therapy."
In mid-September 2002, four months after the accident, Fux was able to go to the gym and remove his braces long enough to use one plate for leg extensions and one plate on each side for leg presses, but the pain was excruciating, and his right knee swelled alarmingly. "At least I was making gains," he says.
By the middle of October, Fux was finished with his braces, and he was working his legs every other day with four sets each of extensions, presses and empty-bar squats. By November, five months from the 2003 Night Of Champions, his leg presses were up to seven plates on each side, and he was squatting 405. "But that was it," he says. "My right knee couldn't handle any more."
For several more months, right through the contest, he tried to break that plateau. "The only way I could train," he explains, "was to attach an electrostimulation machine and turn the power all the way up while I did my squats and leg presses. That's not the way to prepare for a professional bodybuilding show, but it was the only way to mask the pain." He was disappointed to place out of the top 20 at the 2003 NOC.
Arthroscopic surgery was performed in July, two months after the contest, and a month after that he was back up to seven plates on each side for leg presses. During that first month of healing, he reluctantly had to use a Smith machine for squats. His objection: "I couldn't tell if my left leg was doing more work than my right." His leg workout now consists of two therapy exercises, plus extensions, presses and free-weight squats for four sets each, 15-20 reps per set.
"I should be OK now," he says. "My left leg is fine. My right knee is still somewhat swollen, and it will always hurt, because there's no longer any cartilage in one corner, but it's getting better all the time. My doctor told me, 'You know, J.P., I look at these pictures, and your right knee won't come back 100%. Maybe 95%.' But I trained at 50% for years, so 95% sounds like a miracle to me."
We'll see. Fux is a soul-driven bodybuilder and, as such, he tends to put so much weight on the bar that it seems to halt the Earth's rotation. The question now is whether he's learned at least a touch of temperance from his injury. "I ask myself that same question," he replies. "Could I go through this again? But then I realize that what I went through was not that special. There are enough stories out there of people who have accomplished amazing things after accidents much more devastating than mine. It's either in you or it isn't. The weak suffer what they must, the strong do what they will." (In other words, Yes, I learned, but I reject it. Now, let's get on with it.)
This much is certain: Fux is not looking back on the bleached bones of his bodybuilding career. He has already proven many times over that preterhuman effort yields preterhuman results. "I may not be able to beat Ronnie Coleman--he's something else," says Fux, "but I'm 100% sure I can beat Jay [Cutler] and Gunter [Schlierkamp]. As I said while waiting for the ambulance, following my injury, 'I can't go out like this. I have unfinished business.'"
No drug talk allowed
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmGvj...elated&search=
Squatting Accident.
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