Steve Michalik julkaisee kirjan

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Hulluista treenimetodeistaan alaa kauemmin seuranneille tuttu Steve Michalik julkaisee kirjan omista metodeistaan:
http://www.musclemayhem.com/forums/showthread.php?t=31700
http://www.mramericas.com/book.htm

Katkelmaa kirjasta:

"you read everything there is to read on exercise and fitness. If you hire the best trainer money can buy. If you exercise at the most modem, well equipped gym you can find. Your results will still be merely ordinary.

The building of a body is no different then how you would approach any other building project. You first must have a vision of what you want to build. What exactly are you looking to do? Don't cheat yourself. Go for it all. Once you have determined your goal, whether it be health, appearance or both, you'll have a starting point. Next, you'll need a blueprint and that blueprint should show you exactly how to go about it. After that, you'll need some help in carrying out that blueprint. You'll need a skilled worker, someone you can trust, especially with this particular building project - YOU!

CLICK HERE TO PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY OF
STEVE MICHALIK'S INTENSITY-INSANITY-ATOMIC BOOK

PREFACE

I always get excited walking into a bookstore. The smell of new books, the colors and designs on the book covers are stimulating. "Excuse me sir, could you direct me to the fitness and exercise section?" I ask the nearest sales associate. "Three aisles down to your right." replied the attendant as I thought to myself, "This guy needs to visit the exercise section badly." Oh well, never mind. "Thank you", I replied. I was amazed at the seemingly endless rows of exercise books on everything from Pilate's to water fitness. But what caught my interest most was the section on intense exercise. I mean there was intense this, maximum intensity that. Curiously, I thumbed through each book. People must have thought I was mad as I burst out laughing at the publications and their inaccuracies. Here were unknown authors, who basically have achieved little, or perhaps trained some athlete or celebrity, and now they're authorities. Trainers, who have just enough knowledge to fit in an acorn, are now preaching useless words of so called wisdom. Each book has a little truth, with a lot of mumbo jumbo about the nature of intense training..."
 
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Classic Michalik story (from Maxim):

Twenty eggs, a loaf of toast, and a 12-ounce steak at a sitting. Bodybuilders are known for their unusual eating habits, but…monkey brains?

Steve Michalik, Mr. Universe 1975, shudders to recall his bad old days as a skin-popping juice pig. Anadrol, Dianabol, and other steroids had taken him to the title, but Michalik noticed that his body had begun to plateau. Upping his dosage to Presleyan proportions, he still couldn’t pack on the meat mass he craved. So he struck out for the hardcore fringe in search of the next big thing.

He found it in a monkey’s head, drinking the hormone-rich goop that flowed out of the hypothalamus gland. (It seemed like a good idea at the time.)

Michalik is the first to admit he was pretty far gone by the time he started snacking on monkey brains. When he wasn’t throwing people through windows or bashing trucks in with 300-pound railroad ties, Michalik pimped for the physician who supplied him with his precious black-market prescriptions.

Aspiring bodybuilders “had to find out sooner or later that the road to the title went through Dr. X’s office,” Michalik told the Village Voice in 1991. With the doctor’s lock on such high-end supplements as Primobolan and Parabolin, “nobody was gonna get to be competition size unless they put out for him.” In exchange for a stack of steroid scrips, Michalik brokered love connections for the doctor with a string of title hopefuls.

The doctor’s drugs were so powerful, “you felt them immediately in your muscles,” Michalik recalled.

And then there were their sexual side effects, including almost constant erections. “One of my friends, a former Mr. America, used to get so horny on tour that he’d f*ck the Coke machine in his hotel,” Michalik said. “Swear to God, he’d stick his dick right in the change slot and bang it for all he was worth.”

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Edustikos Michalik tätä volyymikoulukunnan äärilaitaa? Siis tolkuttomat määrät sarjoja ja toistoja joka lihasryhmälle? No, kyllä kai sitä noilla lisäravinteilla... :hyper:
 
Jep jep. Kun John Defendis oli oppipoikana niin Michalik sitoi miehen ranteista rekkitankoon. Idea oli, että irti ei pääse ennenkuin on vetänyt X leukaa, missä X taisi olla kolminumeroinen luku... Älytöntä machouhoa homma siis oli, hukuttamisyrityksineen kaikkineen.

Michalik itse koitti ammattilaisena roinata juuri sen verran, että voittaa NOCin ja kuolee lavalle pysti kainalossa. Mies kusi verta kisaa ennen mutta henki säilyi. Pumping Iron II:ssa mies treenasi Bev Francisia, siis naiskehonrakentajaa ja muistaakseni kertoi itse tätä tarinaa.
 
He found it in a monkey’s head, drinking the hormone-rich goop that flowed out of the hypothalamus gland. (It seemed like a good idea at the time.)

Michalik is the first to admit he was pretty far gone by the time he started snacking on monkey brains. When he wasn’t throwing people through windows or bashing trucks in with 300-pound railroad ties, Michalik pimped for the physician who supplied him with his precious black-market prescriptions.

Törmäsin tähän apinanaivojen syöntiin jollain ulkomaisella sivustolla ja kun sama stoori löytyi haulla täältäkin, niin pakko nostaa ketju ylös :hyper:.

Michalikin treenimetodeista ynnä muista tempuista löytyi pitkä mutta mielenkiintoinen tarina, varmaankin wanha mutta laitetaan nyt tähänkin ketjuun näkyville:
http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/animalpak5.htm

Steve didn't take any bullshit. One day a guy with ELS (Exaggerated Lat Spread) came in to workout and Steve stopped him and told him that he was three months overdo on his membership dues. The guy said, "Yeah, whatever. I'll bring money in next time," and then proceeded to work out. Steve reached into the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a hammer, and headed out the front door.

Oh boy, I thought. This is gonna' be good. I gotta' see this. As I walked out the front door of the gym, I saw Steve walk over to the guy's Corvette and smash in the headlights. Just as the guy came running out of the gym, Steve started whacking out the passenger side windows. The guy was screaming frantically, "Stop! Someone call the cops. What the hell are you doing to my car?" Steve just nonchalantly looked at him and said, "It's okay now. We're even. You can go train."


Vittu, tää Michalik taitaa olla ihan oikeasti HC :rock:.
 
"Steve was quiet. He just kept looking out the window but refused to mutter a word. A short time later we arrived at Jones Beach, dropped our towels on the sand, and proceeded towards the water. When we were out far enough for the water to cover my head, Steve grabbed me and aggressively shoved me under the surf. I managed to surface for a moment. I gagged, coughed, and was shoved under again.

Michalik would allow me to come up for one breath, and then proceed to shove me under again and again. I frantically kicked and fought until I finally grew weak and went limp. Michalik dragged me from the water and threw me on the beach. As I spit up water and tried to catch a breath, he started yelling like a madman. "Tell me how it felt to have one breath... How bad did you want that little breath of air? When you want to win as bad as you wanted that one breath of air, then come back and see me. That's what it will take for you to be the best!""

:hyper: LOL mitä juttua!
 
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