"Doing more exercise with less intensity,"
Arthur Jones believes, "has all but
destroyed the actual great value
of weight training. Something
must be done . . . and quickly."
The New Bodybuilding for
Old-School Results supplies
MUCH of that "something."
This is one of 93 photos of Andy McCutcheon that are used in The New High-Intensity Training to illustrate the recommended exercises.
To find out more about McCutcheon and his training, click here.
Wanted: Dead or Alive! Influential People From Our Past
by Ellington Darden, Ph.D.
Approximately ten years ago, late in the afternoon on December 31, 1995, I phoned Arthur Jones.
"YEAH," he answered in his usual blunt way, which was an indication that his mind was elsewhere.
"Arthur, it's Ell Darden," I said, remembering that he detests small talk, such as . . . How are you? Still, I couldn't resist saying, "Are you doing anything special for New Year's Eve?"
"Matter of fact, I am," he said in a more affable tone. "I'm making a list."
"What kind of list?" I asked.
"A list of the people I'd like to see dead in 1996," Jones replied. "I already have one-hundred and eighty-nine names on it. I'll be finished at two hundred, which is a nice round number."
Oh my, I sighed to myself, I wonder if I'm on that list?
"No," said Jones, reading my mind, "Ell Darden, you are NOT on my list. At least, not yet."
How Arthur comes up with such shrewd responses, I'll never know. But they certainly are creative and thought provoking.
Here's another example.
Three Places to Visit
During the summer of 1972, I mentioned to Arthur that I was flying to Munich, Germany, to attend the Olympic Games. Besides being in Munich, I was going to spend another week traveling around Europe.
"Arthur," I asked, "could you tell me your top three places to visit?"
Without hesitation, Arthur said: "I'd rather tell you the places NOT to visit."
Okay, fair enough, I reflected to myself. Negative knowledge is also useful.
"Number 1," Jones declared with an emotionless face, "THE PLANET EARTH."
That brought a short-lived conclusion to a potentially intriguing discourse – which, then, didn't require the mention of his number 2 and number 3 selections.
I always valued Arthur's brevity with words and feelings.
Control, Contrast, and Unexpected
"Arthur's eccentric lifestyle was one of control and contrast," according to Gary Bannister, who owned a Nautilus Club in Caracas, Venezuela, and who spent several weeks hanging with Jones. "One moment he towered over a crowd; the next, he was dwarfed by a hoard of exotic creatures (snakes, elephants, crocodiles, rhinos, gorillas), a fleet of commercial airplanes, and a trail of wives."
To Bannister's controland contrast, I'd add the word, unexpected. Arthur's behavior was seldom predictable.
An audience of several hundred fitness-minded people experienced Jones's unexpected behavior during a 1983 Nautilus Seminar.
"Why do we get so soon old, and so late smart?" was the way Jones began his presentation. Then, rather than employing his usual lecture voice, he quietly and passionately talked about his father, a small-town physician in Arkansas and Oklahoma, who worked long hours during the 1920s and 1930s to support his family as well as numerous relatives.
Jones relived what it was like to grow up in the Oklahoma oil town of Seminole, where roughnecks, gunfighters, prostitutes, gamblers, and thieves seemed to be on every corner. His father treated them all, from his home office, with little payment for his efforts.
"In every sense of the word, my father was by far the best man I ever met," Jones continued, "but did I understand and appreciate his efforts at the time?
"Of course not. But I do now, much too late to express my appreciation."
Whatever strength training is, Jones implied, it's not a replacement for family, friends, and acquaintances.
I can't remember the rest of Jones's talk that day. But I can tell you this . . . there were a lot of dads and moms who received sincere calls that night from sons and daughters, telling them how much they were loved!
Wanted: An Influential List
At the start of this New Year, why don't we do a take off on Arthur Jones?
No, I don't mean for you to note the people you'd like to see dead in 2006.
Instead, I want you to make a list of men and women (both dead and alive), who've made a major impact on your life.
Take your time and then post – on this Website and thread – the names and a brief notation, of the people who have influenced you for the better. Your parents, grandparents, siblings, maybe a teacher or two, a coach from high school, neighbors and friends – any or all may be candidates for your recognition.
My dad and mom, George B. Darden and Barbara L. Darden, are no longer living. But I, too, wish I had taken more time, when they were alive, to express my love and appreciation. There are also other men and women who influenced me greatly and deserve my thanks. (Note: I've mentioned some of these people previously in other threads, but they deserve repeating.)
Hazel Bolin, 4th grade teacher, who helped me discover the world of books, and equally important, how to improve my comprehension of what I read.
Hazel Briggs, 8th grade arithmetic teacher, who hammered me with basic math skills and their worth in society.
Chuck York, high-school football coach, who drilled his players with old-school discipline and taught blocking, tackling, and game strategy with simplistic style.
Roy Keyes, high-school chemistry and physics teacher, who progressively made each class challenging and meaningful.
Ilanon Moon, high-school English and Latin teacher, who inspired me to write well by organizing my thoughts in a logical manner.
(Note: The first five people were all from Conroe, Texas.)
John Davidson, professor of theology at Baylor University, who had an easy-going, laid-back style that was full of kindness and wisdom.
Ted Powers, professor of physical education at Baylor, who supplied me with a lot of self-confidence and the ability to "think on my feet."
Francis Hall, professor of motor learning at Florida State University, who shared with me the importance of research-based, precise writing.
Robert Stakenus, professor of educational sociology at FSU, who knew the why and how of excellent instructional techniques.
Harold Schendel, professor of nutrition at FSU, who taught me the importance of analyzing and understanding the scientific side of food and nutrition.
And finally, much appreciation goes to
Arthur Jones, founder of Nautilus and MedX Corporations, for his remarkable transition-of-knowledge capacity and for being a master teacher.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to All
I'd be pleased to hear from anyone who would like to share his listing on this forum.
And may 2006 be a leaner, stronger, and more productive year for all of us.
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel, a comedy for those who think."
? Jean de La Bruy?re
What follows is not, as they say in court, "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
Being largely based upon memories that provide something less than total recall, and covering a period of more than two-thirds of a century, a full accounting of my life would be an impossible undertaking; and would, in any case, require a length far beyond anything reasonable. But the following is fact, not fiction.
Having been a pilot for more than fifty years, it follows that the subject of flying will be involved in the account; but this is not a book about flying or pilots.
Having been involved in the capturing, importing and selling of exotic wild animals for a period of many years, it also follows that such subjects will be mentioned; but this is not a book about animals.
Having founded and operated companies involved with a wide variety of activities, the subject of business will be mentioned; but this is not a book about business.
Having produced income of hundreds-of-millions of dollars, the subject of money is unavoidable; but this is not a book about money.
Having invented, and sometimes marketed, a wide variety of things in several fields, including Nautilus exercise machines, MedX medical-testing machines, lenses, stabilizing camera mounts and editing machines for motion picture production and a long list of other things, the subjects of inventions and inventors also are included; but this is not a book about my inventions.
Having filmed, produced and directed more than three-hundred films for television, as well as four theatrical films, the subject of film production will be touched upon; but this is not a book about the film industry.
Having visited almost every country in the world, and having lived on four continents for long periods of time, the subject of travel will be involved; but this is not a book about travel.
Nor, in today's society, is this book 'politically correct.' Which, as the British say, will unavoidably make it 'off-putting' for some readers. So be it; while it is neither my intention nor my desire to insult anybody, I am not trying to please anybody either.
So much in regard to things that are not the main focus of this book; and a few words about the primary subjects: this book is about people, a few good people and a long list of very bad people.
Sour grapes from a bitter old man? I hope not; but I can only recount my experiences in the light of my reactions to the things that have happened to me. Pleasure and pain; success and failure, the good, the bad and the ugly.
To what purpose? I don't really know; a number of people have attempted to get me to write an autobiography, or to permit somebody else to write a biography with my cooperation, but I have always refused such requests. Have usually refused on the grounds that it is not even possible to publish the truth in today's society, and because I have no desire to publish lies. But, recently, my daughter told me that if I do not write an autobiography, to set the record straight, that sooner or later somebody else will attempt the story of my life, and that they will get it all wrong.
Perhaps. But it is also possible that I may not be able to get it right; so all I can do is try.
But I do at least have quite a few things that should help me to get it right. The conversations quoted in later chapters were not based upon an admittedly imperfect memory; were, instead, dated by my detailed flight records covering that period and copied from my even more detailed diaries. I learned that memories tend to fade over the years, so long ago I started keeping accurate accounts of everything that appeared to be significant; and, fortunately, my flight records and diaries were not stolen along with almost everything that I had after I left Rhodesia in 1968 and returned to this country; so I was not forced to rely upon my memory in such cases. These quotations have been edited in attempts to remove a lot of repetitious statements that were included in the original diaries, but nothing has been added and the context has not been altered.
Additional accuracy was provided by the fact that portions of many chapters were originally written more than twenty-six years ago, while I was still living in Africa; were written then but never previously published. Fortunately, that earlier manuscript was also preserved; together with at least a few of the pictures that were taken during my first trips to Africa.
"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards."
? Soren Kierkegaard
It is generally believed that adults retain very few, if literally any, clear memories of their experiences prior to an age of about five years. Perhaps; but, in my case, my memories extend back to an age of only a few months. Memories that were clearly imprinted into my mind by painful experiences that occurred at a very early age.
The earliest of these memories remain crystal clear even after so many years; I know exactly what happened, where it occurred, and who was involved, and I know why these memories were retained while so many others were lost. All of these experiences involved either pain or fear, or both; physical or emotional factors that stamped these memories into my mind for the remainder of my life. Much has been lost from my first years, but a surprising amount still remains.
My earliest memory? I cannot now be certain which was first but two such memories concern things that occurred before I was a year old. In both cases these memories remain as 'third party' experiences; that is, the scenes are not viewed through my own eyes. Instead, the mental pictures that I retain show the scenes as viewed through somebody else's eyes, so I am in these scenes as if being seen by someone else.
Which might lead some people to believe that these are not true memories, that they are, instead, based upon my recollection of stories told to me after the fact. But that is not the case, since neither of these experiences were ever discussed with anybody.
SCENE ONE: I am on a bed in a hotel room in Little Rock, Arkansas, naked, face down, on the second floor of the hotel and facing to the east. Why do I remember this so clearly? Because me rectum was hurting me; maybe I was constipated; but regardless of the actual cause, I was in pain.
SCENE TWO: I am on the floor, on a rug, again face down and naked, in a bathroom; my older sister was in front of me and my mother was behind me, and they were engaged in a loud and violent argument.
And just what, if any, significance do these two earliest memories have? No specific significance; but they do convince me that our memories are reinforced by physical and emotional responses to experiences. Believe me, you will probably never forget your first gunshot wound, your first poisonous snake bite, your first airplane crash or your first sexual experience.
My earliest sexual memory? At the age of three years I could produce an erection by looking at pictures of women. How can I be sure of my age at the time? Because I can clearly remember the house in which I was living then, and also know my age when I was living there.
I did not then understand just what was happening, or why it occurred, but I was clearly aware of it and found the experience pleasant. One of my former wives told me that she has a clear memory of masturbating to the point of orgasm at the age of three years. If true, then she was ahead of me by nearly ten years. I did, at the age of eight, attempt intercourse; but without success.
A friend of mine, Billy Crosby, who was about a year older than I was, talked two neighborhood girls into prostituting themselves to us in return for a promised payment of thirty-five cents. One girl was about twelve and the other about fourteen. The four of us crawled under the floor of Billy's house, removed our clothes, and attempted intercourse. Later, Billy claimed that he was successful with both girls; but I tried with only one girl, and failed. I wanted to, and I certainly had an erection, but penetration never occurred.
Afterwards, when it came time to pay them, we did not have thirty-five cents; so, for the next couple of years, we walked an additional four miles a day on our way to and from school in order to avoid these girls. This occurred during the depths of the Great Depression; and, at the time, thirty-five cents was a meaningful sum of money. A ticket to a local theatre was a dime, a hamburger a nickel, a triple-dip ice-cream cone a nickel. A couple of years later, when first introduced, a six-pack of Cokes went for fifteen cents. The deposit on the Coke bottles was more, eighteen cents, but that was refundable.
Along about that time, when my father, a doctor, raised the price for delivering a baby from twenty-five dollars to thirty-five dollars, most of the people in town were outraged; now my daughter, also a doctor, gets exactly one-hundred times as much for the same procedure, $3,500.00. Which, actually, is not a true comparison, because my father's fee included literally everything, delivery room, nursing, medication, his services and anything else involved; while today, my daughter's fee covers only her services, and total costs may exceed $8,000.00.
Both of my paternal grandparents died before I was born, but I did know my father's stepmother. I also knew both of my mother's parents; my maternal grandfather was a Methodist preacher in the Indian Territory, later the state of Oklahoma, and he was also a bigamist, had several wives and a large number of children.
The only thing that I can clearly recall learning from my maternal grandfather was the fact that it was a good idea to keep your window in a car rolled up when you were riding in the back seat, and when the person seated ahead of you was chewing tobacco and spitting out of his window.
My paternal grandfather was a doctor who practiced in the state of Arkansas until he died shortly after the turn of the century. He probably graduated from medical school about the time of the Civil War, but I never learned much about him. His second, much younger, wife, my father's stepmother, outlived him by about thirty years and lived with us for several years before she died.
My father, William Edgar Jones, was born in 1887, in Arkansas, during the reign of the infamous 'Hanging Judge' Parker of Fort Smith. Following in his father's path, my father attended medical school in Louisville, Kentucky, and graduated in 1911. Then, in 1912, after a year of internship, he went to Panama, where they were building the canal. Being the only source of support for eight members of his family, he went to Panama for the 'big money;' most of the people who went to Panama died there, so it was a hardship post, and the salaries were based upon the risk. As a doctor, my father was paid $150.00 per month; which, in 1912, was a very high salary. In contrast, a master craftsman of that period was paid about $200.00 per year.
Cowboys working on big ranches during the development of the western part of this country were paid an average of $30.00 per month, and many people have expressed surprise that they were willing to work so hard for such a low wage. Well, in fact, during that period, a wage of $30.00 per month was actually a very high level of compensation.
For a period of several years, during the late 1930s, we hired women for $3.50 per week, for 96 hours of work each week; something less than four cents an hour. Starting work at six O'clock in the morning, they worked straight through until eight O'clock at night, six days a week. On their 'days off,' on Fridays, they worked only twelve hours. Duties? Literally everything: all of the cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing and anything else required to maintain a rather large family.
I don't know how much my father was earning during that period, but do know that it wasn't much. And also know how hard he worked: he maintained office hours from eight in the morning until midnight, seven days a week; then performed elective surgery and delivered babies during the remainder of the night. So, to my later regret, I saw very little of my father during my earliest years.
In fact, I had very little contact with any member of my family during the first fourteen years of my life. My father was married three times and was widowed twice; when he married my mother, his second wife, she had a college degree but did not have the credits required for medical school. So she had to go back to school for two years prior to starting medical school at the University of Oklahoma, in Oklahoma City. Two years of college, four years of medical school, and a year of internship effectively removed her from the family for seven years; then, shortly after the end of her internship, she was diagnosed with cancer of the lower colon, spent four years in treatment, including eleven surgical procedures, and then died. So, for one reason or another, I had very little contact with my mother during the last eleven years of her life.
Effectively, I had almost no contact with either my father or my mother from the age of three until fourteen; and almost no contact after that; because, by the age of fourteen, I was gone from home, supporting myself as best I could and out of contact with my family.
Siblings? I had one sister, a half-sister and a half-brother; but I was the youngest and had nothing in common with any of them.
School? Very little; I finished the ninth grade and started, but did not finish, the tenth grade. But it should be pointed out that a ninth grade education in the 1930s was at least the equivalent of a Ph.D. today. We had more homework during an average month than most students today get during a period of sixteen years in school. Almost every day I talk with Ph.D.s and M.D.s who are, by my standards, functional illiterates. During the last twenty-odd years, I have been the principle speaker during more than a thousand medical seminars, have talked with thousands of doctors and have attempted to answer their questions. Please note the qualifying term in the previous sentence, I have 'attempted' to answer their questions; which is not easy, because most of these people not only do not understand the simple laws of basic physics but in many cases are not even aware of them.
Why? Because, during the last sixty years, the schools in this country have gone to Hell. In a recent issue of NEWSWEEK, an article provided a comparison between the hours devoted to 'hard' subjects in schools in this country and the hours devoted to such subjects in other countries; schools in America provide less than half as many hours of such subjects as schools in all other developed countries.
At the age of five, I could read the newspaper in two languages, English and German, and nobody taught me to read, I taught myself; during later years, at one time or another, I have become at least reasonably fluent in a total of eight languages. My youngest daughter, now forty-one, is raising her five-year-old daughter in a trilingual fashion, English, Spanish and Polish. Last week, a group of eleven physical therapists were sent here by the Dutch government in order to attend a week-long course at the School of Medicine of the University of Florida, and all of these people are fluent in several languages, Dutch, German, English, French and Flemish.
I first tried to run away from home at the age of eight, had become rather successful at it by the age of eleven after several attempts, was gone most of the time from eleven until I was fourteen, and all of the time after I turned fourteen. In fact, it was more like 'running towards' rather than 'running away,' because my home provided everything I needed and almost everything that I wanted. But, somehow, that was not enough; I wanted something else. By the time I was fourteen I had visited every state in this country, parts of Mexico, Canada and British Honduras. Hitch-hiking, riding freight trains and tramp steamers; working where and when I could find work of any kind, which was not easy during those years.
Things have changed since then; kids knocking around the country today are in grave danger, a lot of them end up dead and most of them find themselves in serious trouble of one kind or another; but instead of meeting people who tried to hurt me, I encountered many people who tried to help me. One of my greatest regrets is the fact that I cannot now locate these people in order to express my appreciation.
I always appeared to be older than my actual age, at sixteen I was usually thought to be about thirty; the combination of losing most of my hair by my middle teens and the damage done to my face by years of exposure to the sun added to this impression.
While my memories of those early years remain very clear in many ways, I am aware that they are distorted in at least one respect; my sense of time for that period is obviously wrong. Things which, based upon memory, appear to have occupied several weeks, could not have involved more than a few days. Given the number of things I did, and the places I went, if my memory in regard to time was accurate it would have taken a period of ten years or more rather than the actual period of about three or four years.
In 1939, I started flying, and from then until 1967 I maintained an accurate log of my flights, records that I still have, and these logbooks provided me with records that now enable me to establish the dates of my activities during those years. By the end of December, 1967, I had logged a total of 14,090 flights, involving 17,393.6 hours of flying, in every state in this country and in fifty-six foreign countries. Since then, I have flown an additional total of about 15,000 hours; none of which time was logged, something else which I now regret.
Having been a prolific reader from a very early age, I would not venture a guess regarding just how many books I have read, but the total would certainly run into the thousands; even now, I average at least one book a day; together with several hundred scientific articles every year, on a wide variety of subjects. During the last twenty-five years, I have written and published four books and several hundred articles; most of which writing was devoted to the subjects of exercise and physical rehabilitation. Starting in January of 1972, and continuing up to the present, a period of more than twenty-two years, I have devoted most of my attention to continuous medical research; a project that eventually produced the first, and still the only, meaningful tools for the purpose of testing human functional ability, the current line of MedX Medical Machines. Equipment that is now in clinical use in hundreds of medical facilities worldwide for the treatment of chronic spinal pathology, the most expensive, generally non-life-threatening, medical problem in this country today.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Nothing can be evaluated, or even understood, until it is viewed in context. Merely seeing the result tells you nothing of value; you must also know how long it took to produce that result, and what it cost. One thing that should be obvious to almost anybody, is the fact that a government does not appear to be able to produce any sort of worthwhile result. The politicians and bureaucrats are never the solution, are usually the problem. Everything they set out to improve they inevitably destroy.
Having been given an almost free hand since Roosevelt's first days in office, the self-proclaimed 'experts' in Washington have destroyed practically everything of value that existed in this country sixty years ago. Having been there then, and being here now, and having experienced what happened in the meantime, I believe that most people in this country were better off, and far happier, during the Great Depression than they are now.
I have been as poor as anybody ever was, have also been far richer than most people, so I have seen things from both sides. When I was poor the government did nothing to help me, and when I was rich it did everything possible to hurt me. As a child I hated school, and left as soon as possible, but I now realize that the education provided in this country sixty years ago was far superior to what is available here now.
Pick a random group of graduating Ph.D.s from the supposedly best schools in this country, stick them in a time machine and take them back sixty years in time and enroll them as starting students in the fifth grade in a small town in Oklahoma or Texas, and it would be highly likely that most of them would flunk. They would not be able to cope at that level; would not understand the basics. Exceptions? Certainly there are exceptions, but they are just that, 'exceptions,' and they are damned rare.
Shortly before he died, in 1964, my father told me that the biggest mistake of his life was voting for Roosevelt when he first ran for President; a mistake he never repeated. Shortly before he died, Eisenhower said that the biggest mistake of his life was appointing Warren to the Supreme Court. Throughout most of his life, my father's greatest fear was that the government would socialize medicine. Now, given the chance, Slick Willie and the Iron Maiden intend to revolutionize health care in this country.
And, yes, there certainly are problems in the current health care system; but, no, the government can never be the solution to these problems; will, instead, given the opportunity, produce a situation that will make the current problems look like blessings.
This is a great thread Dr. D. I guess I will start my post with someone I have never met but who has been a great force in my life.
George Washington- I learned from this good and decent man that you must be strong for others, and that I should try always to exercise a sincere and honest sympathy for the feelings of others.
Grandmother- Taught me that the most important thing in life was to strive to be the best person you can be and to treat others with great respect.
Grandfather- I learned from my grandfather that courage is the singlemost important asset to living a honored and productive life. His experiences on the beaches of Normandy changed not only his life, but mine as well.
Eddie Carter (Friend of the Family)- Pounded into the very fabric of my being that hard work pays off. Nothing that is easy is worth having.
Sherman Clements (former coworker/deceased)- Once told me to never let anyone make me feel bad about myself. When you allow someone to do that, you give up some of your personal power, and you will need every ounce of it to make it through life successfully. I also learned from his death that life can be very short and that worrying is a sin. He passed away at 35 from cancer.
Dr. John M. Killian (Anatomy & Physiology Professor)- Dr. Killan showed me that just because it is written in a textbook doesn't make it true. His courage at pointing out fallacies to those who would consider him their intellectual inferior were an inspiration to strive for the truth in everything, and not to believe everything that I read. Even if it comes from a Doctor or PHD. Or he might say especially if it comes from a Doctor or a PHD! Passed away from pancreatic cancer last year. He is truly missed.
Professor Barry Thomas (Physics Professor)- Taught me the importance of physics in all applications in life. Like the air we breathe, physics is surrounds us and even a basic understanding can open doors to thought that can actually bring you closer to God, not away from God.
Robin Johnson (Physics tutor)- Showed me that even a guy who sucks at math can believe in himself, work hard, and get an A in physics.
Lawrence Bratton (Martial Arts Instructor)- Told me once that "I had something special," and to never stop trying to develop it.
Doug Norman (Martial Arts Instructor)- I learned from Doug that self confidence can carry a person a long way, and that to be a good leader you have to have more than just self confidence, you must have resolve. He also taught me the importance one person can make in another person's life. You can make a difference, a very big difference.
Troy Heddings (warrior friend, brother in law)- Helped me to understand that being a warrior isn't just about being the strongest, fastest, most skilled individual. It is about living greatly, making those you love happy, and leaving the world a little bit better when you die.
Arthur Jones, Ellington Darden, Mike Mentzer, Ken Hutchins, Clarence Bass, Brian Johnston- I have learned from all of these great men that just because I wasn't genetically blessed, I could still become larger and stronger both mentally and physically if I just kept believing, worked hard, and used my brain and not just my muscles.
Thanks to everyone. Including those in the forum who sincerely try to help others realize their potential everyday.
Happy New Year and may we all become better, stronger people in 2006.
Grandma and grandad, probably didn't appreciate them as much as I should have growing up but now I know I wouldn't be anywhere had I not lived with and spent so much time in their presence.
Mom and Dad-been separted since I was 2 but they have influenced me greatly.
Tony Robbins-Introduced me to the beginnings of a new understanding
Tom Platz and his wife, Cha-Introduced me to holistic nutrition, without which I would have have been open to it's evolvement into raw nutrition.
Tom also showed me that my 'hard' workouts were his 'I'm feeling half dead today workouts' without ever saying a word, instead just letting me watch some old videos in the back of his studio, as I always came 2 hours early to our appointments(by mistake of course).
Eric somethin or other-introduced me to raw omni eating. At first, at first I was shocked, and then I understood.
The masters-Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi...all of these people inspire me daily and make me question every ideal I have ever lived by.
Let me begin by stating that I am a great fan of yours - I first read your High-Intensity training book, perhaps 10 years ago and have recently read your new high intensity training book. Let me just thank you for your guidance as for the past 20 years I have trained almost exclusively with HIT principles, taken from Mentzer and yourself.
My only comment, is that I respect and appreciate the fact that you are a PHD actually this adds validity to your position. What does bother me, is your consistent quoting of Arther Jones; it would seem to me that with your expenrience and education, that you could by now stand on your own, and actually perform your own tests and have your own results to talk about.
With all due respect to M. Jones, at the unset he was a business man trying to sell workout equipment - which ultimately did not work out. It's nice to hear about how he trained Casey Viator, etc, just as it's great to hear about Mike Mentzer training Dorian Yates - but who cares; these guys were so geneticlly gifted that any training provided results!
As a scientist, I would encourage you to provide more, updated studies and results as opposed to consistently quoting M. Jones.
We all agree that Jones had an impact on initiating the HIT concepts, just as Ford initiated the car concept, but we have moved on....
Personnaly, I believe that this is the only way that HIT will ever grow as a viable training alternative - we need present day data, with present day results - you have the experience and crudentials to have that impact - You need to let go of the past!
Um...I don't think a study gets any better than what he did with David Hudlow in the NHIT who in my opinion was no where near as genetically gifted as Viator. You also need to check out his other diet books that are aimed at more genetically average people who are just trying to get in shape.
Try Living Longer Stronger, A Flat Stomach ASAP, and the Bowflex Body Plan. I think you will find over thirty different case studies of people who significantly increased their muscularity and decreased their fat stores all over their body by using the basic training programs that Dr. Darden continually hammers into his readers. I also think he quotes Jones because on many of the topics that are discussed Jones made great analogies and quotes that get the point across in plain english.
Also, I hate to nit pick but I never saw Mentzer put one single case study into any of his Heavy Duty or Muscles in Minutes books. He sure talked a lot about his clients gaining a ton of muscle but never put up photos or anything. If I remember correctly this is a big reason why Brian Johnston severed his ties with Mentzer, because he couldn't produce the subjects which he wrote about. As far as I can read into this Darden has produced more case studies than any other fitness author that I have read, and I usually don't just read HIT books but other books by fitness authors as well.
Dr. Darden I just recently purchased the bowflex extreme 2 and began using it, then I purchased your book the bowflex body plan, I am extemely dissappionted in your book I was looking for exercise programs and guidance what I got does not apply to my ordinary $1600.00 dollar bowflex, but to the more than $2,200.00 one. Any suggestions would be greatly appriciated.
When "The Bowflex Body Plan" was written in 2002, the Bowflex Ultimate was the most popular of the types of Bowflex machines. That's why I featured it in the book. Today, there are twice as many versions of the Bowflex machine available, and some of them are somewhat diffferent from the Ultimate.
You should have received a booklet, when you purchased the Xtreme, which illustrates and describes the various exercises that are possible with it. I believe Bowflex also has a DVD available. You need to study those materials.
In the exercise programs I have in my book, I combine 2-4 exercises for the lower body, with 4-8 exercises for the upper body. All you have to do is to mark the lower body and upper body exercises and substitute the Xtreme versions for the Ultimate. It shouldn't be that difficult.
Meanwhile, the book was written primarily, to help people who want to lose fat. All of the basic material (Parts I, III, IV, and V) is still applicable to your Xtreme machine.
Let me know if I can help you with specific problems.
You may be right. But every time I do so, it comes back and bites me on the ass. As some of the forum participants have noted, I've written a number of books that seldom mention Jones.
Believe me, with two teenage daughters, a 3-year-old son, and 4-month-old daughter, I spend much time living in the present.
But my experience is that most of my bodybuilding fans actually want more of Jones and his stories, not less. And Jones may be in his last year of life. In fact, he could "go" at any time. Since he has meant so much to me and many others, I feel it's my responsibility to share with bodybuilding fans more of Arthur Jones -- NOW.
Besides, the section that you are reading is called, "Arthur Jones Revisited." So each article is naturally about Jones.
Yesterday, I was reading Michael Jordan's new book, "Driven from Within." On page 135, there was the following: "Authenticity is about being true to who you are, even when everyone else wants you to be someone else."
That struck me as being a pretty good summary of Arthur Jones. Jones was AUTHENTIC. What you saw was what you got.
This is a short and condensed list:
1) Mom and Dad - My biggest supporters.
2) David Spriggs - My older brother who is a great doctor and an even greater friend.
3) Randy Haithcock - Owner of a Nautilus gym in High Point, NC. Nearly all that I know about training, I owe to Randy. Also, he gave me my start.
4) Arthur Jones - Although I never had the chance to meet him, he's had a considerable impact on my life.
5) Mike Mentzer - He took time to tell me how to train properly and more importantly, that training in the scheme of things, won't do much to ensure a happy and successful life, but rather developing my mind as well as relationships would.
6) Dr. Darden - It was through a book of yours that I discoverd HIT and I opened my eyes to sensible training.
Continue to write about Arthur, Nautilus and the many men who trained under his tutelage.
Arthur Jones has had the biggest impact on my life.
When I first read his writings , it was the first time I encountered a logical , confidant , individual who was convinced that ideas and thier consistent application to reality was not only possible but the only practical way to approach a problem. I also admired his total disregard of " authority " based on appearances. He once wrote that he considered himself to be " one of the last free men on earth " and I think that may well be very close to the truth.
I found out when I was just a teenager that Arthur was available to anyone as long as you were straightforward with him and I have enjoyed many hours of conversation with Arthur over a span of 35 years. ( He is much more pleasant in person than over the phone )
Walter Leisner is the man who brought me into his family and allowed me to work on his farm for room , board , and $5 a week in 68 an 69. He taught me to appreciate the value of hard work and that life was meant to be enjoyed.
Bobby Liesner , Walter's brother, who taught me how to use dynamite for work , fun and enjoyment.
Not only can you blow up stumps with it , but you can fish with it as well.
Mr. Kemueler my 4th grade teacher who taught me the joy of learning.
Mr. Shultz my 6th grade teacher who had a wooden leg and scared the hell out of all the kids when they heard his " thumping " coming down the hall , he was strict as hell and occasionally whacked somebody with a ruler, but he made sure everybody learned what was being taught.
Lindsey who taught me to appreciate strong , confident , purposefull women.
My parents - I was very lucky to have been gifted in inheriting their genes, their instruction, and their protection. My mother had more motherly gifts than I will ever live long enough to understand. My father is as great to me as Arthur Jones' recognition by his followers.
Arthur Jones - The methadone of what was to be my virtual heroin addiction - weight lifting. Weight lifting to a trainer like me is a master slave relationship. The master is like a black hole capable of vaporizing a human soul. Arthur Jones allowed me to manage the master, put weight lifting in it's proper perspective. I would have been nothing with weight lifting and without Arthur Jones - with Arthur Jones' theories I moved on as the master. Weight lifting became the slave - a small part of my life. I went on to get two degrees, one in electrical engineering. Arthur Jones actually reversed my entire life and beyond allowing me to be who I would have been without my addiction, I became something better which I would have never been which had nothing to do with weight training. He made a screw up - a screw up in reverse. He turned what were for me circumstantial detriments into circumstantial assets.
No one of these three people were any more or less important in my life, but without any one, I would never have become who I am today. With all three, I became what I am regardless of the positive or negative affects of others.
Of the three, the one person I could never figure out how to thank was Arthur Jones. I can't tell you how many times I tried - and stopped - realizing he may have already passed away, or that he would never understand even if he hadn't. I only hope that I have chosen the correct words today.
Right now this brings to mind an incident in my life. I was riding home on a train one day - happened to over hear a conversation. The man talking was a vietnam vet. To make a long story short, he explained all any Vietnam Vet ever really wanted to ever hear from another American in his opinion - "Thanks for fighting in Vietnam." I never saw the man again, but I always remembered what I had heard that day.
So to Arthur Jones I want to say
Thanks for being Arthur Jones.
Richard C: Vietnam Vet, test pilot, and the smartest person I might have ever known. Worked for Bechtel later in his life. Unfortunately he couldn't whip the booze. Heck of a guy though.
Al A: High school English and history teacher. First person to tell me to go to college.
Fred W: Literally hired me off the street for my second teaching job. Worked with him for 7 years. He passed before I could really tell him thanks.
Grandpa: Has taught me how to prune trees, plant a garden, ignore idiots, invest (a practice I'm still working on), bale-ing hay was just as good as spending hours in the weight room, another incredible fellow.
Parents: Told me if I used drugs they'd kill me. (I believed them, didn't take drugs.) Used the belt when I needed it, gave me hugs when I needed them, didn't think I'd make it through college, but when I did, boy were they happy.
the guy id like to see from the past is ELLINGTON DARDEN(!)many years ago i lived in daytona beach where i worked for juvenile court. this was many years before ellington started his lovely family. one of my best freinds named sue said she was dating this weight lifter guy. said he was getting a doctorate at the time. she said his apartment was a mess, had spyder webs etc but she was nuts about him.
well... one day i met them both on the beach . he was built like hell especially compared to a beer guzzling vietnam vet like me. ok, ellington dont kill me but back then i thought to myself , this is the most obnoxious self filled egotist ive met in my life. he was critcizing everyones body on the beach, just on and on and on.youch i said to myself and politely excused myself to have another beer.
anyway that was my impression of ellington way back then. now i love his books,,his philosophy and am just delighted i had that unfortunate run in with him way back in the early 70s. in fact i just got his book on the new high intensity and have been exercizing for a few years trying to fight off my old age of 62. ANY WAY, HERES TO YOU ELLINGTON and thanks for being right and dedicated.
fred from nashville
dear Ellington one other person i want to meet aside from seeing you again is ....clarence bass. i like him because of his mature age and great physique. i want to stay light around 165 and still look fit.
fred from nashville
First of all, I would like to thank God, my parents, and siblings. All of them have greatly influenced my life for the better and I cannot start thanking anyone without first acknowledging them.
Next, I would like to thank all of my friends, especially Jennifer Houpy, for always being there.
After that, I would like to thank Dr. Ellington Darden (no I'm not kissing butt here) for writing the book: The New H.I.T. Two years ago, I was 16 and almost 100 pounds overweight. I never exercised, ate crap all the time, and I was extremely unhealthy. When I got my liscense, I began to see that being fit would definitely help me to attract the attention of the ladies, something my fat self wasn't so great at attracting. So I began to lift weights, setting up a bench and some dumbbells in the basement. I would eventually lose about 100 pounds and I had some muscle.
Unfortunately, I though that in order to gain muscle, I would have to lift weights six days a week, and as a result of following the plans of the bodybuilders in the muscle magazines, I became overtrained and lost muscle. I tried so many things that did not really help until I got the book. The idea that I should train with more intensity seemed very logical and, at this point my basement gym had become equipped with enough machines and free weights (especially the excellent multi-station workbench from Powertec)that I could really follow the intense workouts almost to a tee, and I could do it by myself (which is good because I have an Arthur Jones attitude towards people in general).
Dr. Darden, you have helped me add muscle, relieve stress (which is impressive for an 18-year old) and saved me from overtraining and given me tons of spare time to recover during. Not to mention lots of lady-attention, which I can't complain about.
I also wish that I could have met Arthur Jones because he seems like a really cool guy, and I have tons of intensity and really focus on slow and controlled reps, to really work each and every muscle I am training. And to continue the set until I cannot possibly lift the weight one more time, and then I try for another rep, or to atleast resist the weight for a few more seconds. I hope to one day try the nautilus pullover machine, because it really seems like an excellent piece of equipment.
I would like to add, that I have been involved in some kind of excercise since I was 16, Im 45 so back then in small town canada the only books on iron was limited to Mag rags. By then, the mags were interesting, but far from truthfull, or meaningfull. In 1983 I was at the Airport going thru the books on pumping iron, and started reading the book super high intensity by Dr. Ellinton Darden. Quoting several statements from Arthur Jones using nautilus equiptment.
Well being in the military and on a base with conventional equiptment, the ideas in the book were sure differnt and when ever I brought up the idea of short workouts back then, well, the subject was soon contraversial. No one at that time agreed or even gave notice to the posibility that muscles could grow with limited but high intensity work. (13 years after bullitin 1 and 2)
To shorten the story, I did it, read more and more of these HIT books, have the entire series, and have employed the techniques for the the next 23 years. i recently read the entire AJ articles that i could find, very interesting to say the least. He was correct on many things , exercise, suppliment indusrtry, politics, litigation ect.
Just from reading his BIO, I have gained a certain wisdom that can be used. Since this is a tribute to Arthur Jones, then, with all sincerity, I have benifited from his experinces and like he said if you dont learn from the past it will soon repeat it self. Cheer up, things could get worst.