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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: hardgainerj on August 21, 2019, 07:51:59 PM
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forgot where i read that
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I suppose we could ask him. He is still alive you know.
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I’m sure he woke up 3 am to take his morning piss
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Bill was in the gym every morning by 4am.
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I wake up at 3:30am for my coffee.
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Bill was in the gym every morning by 4am.
Why would he do that? What difference does it make?
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bill woke up at 3 am to take a green pee and then went back to sleep
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Why would he do that? What difference does it make?
I guess he must have been a dairy farmer in a prior life. They also go to bed by 7:30 pm...
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Probably originated here....
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Great book!
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He went to bed at like 7PM or something.
The early bird gets the worm.
I go to bed around 10 PM and get up at 5:30 AM so only a couple hours difference really.
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He went to bed at like 7PM didn't he?
The early bird gets the worm.
Was his wife the bird? ;D
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Was his wife the bird? ;D
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Not sure about the Green tea part, but he mentions getting up for tea at 3am in "Getting Stronger". Pearl in his books makes it clear he doesn't like coffee, milk, white sugar, or excessively caffeinated drinks. He likes herbal tea, and brown sugar as sweetener, if needed.
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Here's a c/p of the page -
"Each of us has only 24 hours a day. It's not a matter of someone having 22, and another 26. Twenty-four is all we've got, so it's important to make those hours count. Since I have to work at a regular job like everyone else from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., I have to get in my training early in the morning.
Over the years I've readjusted my "biological clock" so that I go to bed at 8:00 p.m. and get up at 3:00 a.m. to get in my 2 1/2 - 3 hour workout before work. I have been doing this for over 25 years, and many people seem either intrigued or skeptical about it. Clarence Bass, a champion bodybuilder and lawyer from New Mexico, visited us and when he returned home he started working out early in the morning. He was amazed at how much time he had left in the evenings.
Here is my early morning routine, in case you are interested:
I get up at 3:00, have a cup of tea and maybe an orange or nectarine, and read a little. I start getting psychologically prepared for the day ahead. At about 3:45 I go up to my gym in a barn behind my house. I'll hang upside down for two or three minutes using my inversion boots and then do 100 situps from this inverted position. Then on Monday, Wednesday and Friday I'll ride a stationary bike for 30 minutes and on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday I'll use the rowing machine for half an hour.
By that time my training partners will arrive: my wife Judy, loyal friends and various visitors from time to time. There have been as many as 12 of us and as few as one. At 4:30 sharp we start bodybuilding. We follow a program that I work out and change every four or five weeks. Each person does the same exercise, with the same number of sets and reps, but we adjust the poundages according to each person's strength.
By 7:00 a.m. we finish training. By 8:45 we'll have showered, had breakfast and are feeling great, ready for the day."
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bodybuilding was a clean cut, disciplined lifestyle in those days.
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I knew Bill's Navy training buddy, Meyer Lichtenstein. (Unfortunately, Meyer passed away this June at 88 years old). I met Meyer at Milo Steinborn's Gym in Orlando, FL.
Meyer said that he met Bill when they were stationed in Alaska and they worked out together at the base gym. He verified that Bill was highly disciplined and kept himself on a strict schedule.
I was fortunate to meet Bill a few times many years ago when I was living in San Diego. Great guy and credit to the iron game.
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Why would he do that? What difference does it make?
Because we would train at 4:30am before I went to school along with 4-5 other guys. When his gym was on Green St. in Pasadena he and his wife Judy lived in a small back house in back of the gym. I have a friend who now trains at Golds (Dean Tornabene) who was also there during that time and talks about those times. I have quite a few great stories about training there when I was a kid. Still, the best time of my life was being at that gym.
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Because we would train at 4:30am before I went to school along with 4-5 other guys. When his gym was on Green St. in Pasadena he and his wife Judy lived in a small back house in back of the gym. I have a friend who now trains at Golds (Dean Tornabene) who was also there during that time and talks about those times. I have quite a few great stories about training there when I was a kid. Still, the best time of my life was being at that gym.
That’s interesting coach
You training as Bill’s gym them years ago
Pass on the great stories pls
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Mark Wahlberg holds to a similar schedule. Gets up at 2:30AM and goes to bed at 7:30PM.
https://pagesix.com/2018/09/11/mark-wahlbergs-daily-workout-schedule-is-insane/
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Because we would train at 4:30am before I went to school along with 4-5 other guys. When his gym was on Green St. in Pasadena he and his wife Judy lived in a small back house in back of the gym. I have a friend who now trains at Golds (Dean Tornabene) who was also there during that time and talks about those times. I have quite a few great stories about training there when I was a kid. Still, the best time of my life was being at that gym.
i know Dean. Talked to him several times in Venice. He was originally from near my hometown and trained in a small second story gym called Damicos Gym late 70s early 80s. Dean’s done very well for himself.
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Here's Bill remembering Arthur Jones -
"It's impossible to overlook this opportunity to give you more insight on the Arthur Jones I know. He is, by far, one of the most unique individuals I've ever met. Mike Mentzer (former IFBB Mr. America winner) attempted to describe Arthur by stating, “Arthur Jones is not a relaxing person to be with. He does not lightly exchange words. He spews facts, torrents of them, gleaned from studies and perhaps more important, from practical application of theory, personal observations and incisive deduction. You don't converse with Arthur Jones: you attend his lectures. He is opinionated, challenging, intense and blunt.”
I am in total agreement with Mike. This is just a taste of our on-again/off-again relationship, which began in 1958. Early one Monday morning, while I was opening the door to my Sacramento gym, Arthur appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing khaki pants, a khaki shirt and jacket that half-covered a .357 Magnum pistol strapped to his belt.
In his heavily southern accented, no-nonsense, baritone voice, he began the introduction, “You're Bill Pearl. My name is Arthur Jones. I'm from Slidell, Louisiana. I've come to see if you're interested in participating in a 'gawd'-damn movie I'm going to produce. I'll need you for about a month. It's going to be filmed in Florida and Louisiana.”
I asked, “Do you make movies for a living?” He articulated every word with a slight pause in between to make sure that he wouldn't have to repeat himself, “Hell, no. I have a large wildlife game reserve in Slidell that supplies most of the animal parks and zoos throughout the country with reptiles, exotic birds, monkeys and other 'gawd'-damn wildlife that I capture in South America. But I'm not new to the film business. I've made several documentaries.” “When do you plan to start filming?” I asked. “As soon as I can get your ass down to Louisiana.” “What am I supposed to do in this movie?” “Whatever it takes to make the 'gawd'-damn thing sell!” “How much are you willing to pay?” “How much are you worth?” We agreed on a price and, to this day, I've never picked up a tab when we've been together. His pride seemed offended whenever I've tried.
During those few days in Sacramento, it became obvious that we were from different worlds. Arthur had a definite opinion on everything. When it came to bodybuilding, he was convinced that the fastest muscular gains came from doing, “One set per muscle group--three days per week--while training to failure.”
On politics, I asked, “Do you think John F. Kennedy will become the next President of the United States?” His reply, “It really doesn't matter. Some right-thinking Texan will take care of the son-of-a-bitch.”
Our differences became more obvious during the filming of his movie Voodoo Swamp. Arthur could survive on Coca-Cola and cigarettes while holding court with whomever until the wee hours of the morning, and then expect everyone to be ready to go at his beck and call. I needed food, rest and consistency.
We clashed about a week into the filming. Six of us were jammed in his new Oldsmobile station wagon traveling to shoot a scene that had me trudging up to my neck in swamp water filled with leeches. The car radio was tuned to a country station blaring so loud it was impossible to think. He made matters worse by chain smoking in the closed vehicle. I was dragging from lack of sleep, and a white bread bologna sandwich wasn't my idea of a balanced diet.
Things came to a head when he began playing 'grab-ass' with the script girl sitting between us. I sat thinking, “This is ridiculous.” I flicked off the radio and shouted, “Stop the car!” Arthur retaliated with, “Why? You got a 'gawd'-damn problem?” I shouted, “I've got several problems! First, I can't breathe! Second, I don't do well on bologna sandwiches! Third, I've had as much sleep this past week, as I normally get in a night. Now you two decide to start screwing around. Either there are some drastic changes, or I'm out of here!” He apologized by saying something like, “I didn't realize you were so 'gawd'-damn sensitive.”
The more violent side of Arthur erupted while we were shooting a night scene that had me throwing a stunt man off a bridge into a large pool of water. We had done the scene several times, which always ended in a big splash, but on the final take, there was a thud. The stunt man had landed on the bank rather than in the water. With a loud moan he cried, “Arthur--if we're going to do this again, make sure Mr. Pearl tosses me further to the left!”
A carload of teenage boys had stopped to watch the filming. As they drove away, a crew member called out that he was missing an expensive camera. He was insistent that the teenagers had taken it.
In less than a block, they were pulled over. Arthur ran to their car screaming, “Did one of you steal my 'gawd'-damn camera?” There was no response. Arthur pulled out his pistol, drew back the hammer, placed the barrel in the middle of the driver's forehead saying, “Boy, I'm going to ask you one more time, before I scatter your 'gawd'-damn brains all over this car! Did one of you steal my 'gawd'-damn camera?” His reputation must have preceded him. The driver stuttered, “Honest Mr. Jones, we did not ta--ta--take your camera.” Not satisfied, Arthur told me to begin searching the car. Fortunately, one of his crew ran up screaming that they had found it stored in the back of the station wagon. It seemed everyone but Arthur let out a sigh, as he eased back the hammer of the gun.
In our final days of filming, Arthur had rented a beautiful old mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. I was to be kept imprisoned in the mansion while recovering from the lady witch doctor's spell. They had me tied to beds, chairs, or whatever, to prevent me from causing more harm. Arthur had left instructions for Shorty, the head cameraman, to shoot a scene in the enormous living room where I was tied between two large pillars.
Shorty, like Arthur, was a chain smoker. He had a bad habit of setting lighted cigarettes on everything, which began to take its toll on the beautiful antique furnishings. What upset me even more was that he'd drop the butts on the marble floors, and then grind them out with the soles of his shoes. I finally told him, “Shorty, you do that one more time, and I'm going to bounce you on your can.” Sure enough, the next cigarette out of his mouth went on the floor to be ground to death. I jerked out of the ties and hit him so hard it knocked him, the camera, the tripod, the lights and canisters of film onto the floor.
Arthur heard the commotion and ran into the room shouting, “What-n-the-'gawd'-damn-hell's going on here?” Shorty looked up, saying, “He just hit me, and I bet he broke the camera.” Arthur asked, “Why in the hell did you do that?” I replied, “Because he has destroyed half of the antique furniture in this house with his lousy cigarettes and is now doing the same to the marble floors. It's going to cost you more money for repairs, than you'll make from the movie.” Arthur looked at Shorty and said something like, “You stupid moron. I should blow your 'gawd'-damn brains out.” I returned to Sacramento without ever seeing the finished version of the movie.
Several months later, Arthur invited me to view his latest film that he shot and produced in Africa. The screening took place in a private Hollywood studio. I had no idea what to expect, but knew it would not be a sequel to the movie Lassie. The least violent part of the two-hour documentary was the opening scene. It showed several natives dragging an enormous crocodile from a lake. The natives were close to losing limbs, as they struggled to get the crocodile subdued and turned over on its back, before Arthur stepped in with a huge knife to slit open its belly to pull out a young boy."
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More Memories Part II -
"After another lapse of time, Arthur phoned from the Los Angeles International Airport asking if he could stay with me for a few days. I had moved from Sacramentoto Los Angeles and was living close to the airport in the apartment above the Manchester Gym with a spare bedroom--so--“Sure!” He was back to supplying animal parks and zoos with reptiles, exotic birds, monkeys and other 'gawd'-damn wildlife. He was headed for the Galapagos Islands, located six hundred fifty miles west of Ecuador.
After keeping me up most of the night, he went to a corner cafe the following morning for coffee. I walked into the spare bedroom to find several large stacks of one hundred dollar bills lying on the bed, which had not been slept in. The apartment had been broken into a couple of weeks before, which caused me more than a little anxiety seeing somewhere between $35,000.00 and $50,000.00 in cash lying out in plain view. When Arthur returned, I suggested that he find a better place for his money. Later, I asked, “Why are you carrying so much cash?” His answer, “Money talks, especially American money.”
Weeks went by before another phone call from Arthur, which originated from the Los Angeles International Airport's freight depot. Offering no explanation, Arthur barked, “Bill, this is a matter of life and death! I want you to immediately go to the produce mart in Los Angeles. Pick up five-hundred pounds of 'gawd'-damn bananas! Bring them to the United Air Lines freight depot as quickly as possible.” (The telephone went click.)
I was at the produce mart in twenty minutes. I found an outdoor fruit stand and didn't bother shopping prices or explaining why I was buying five-hundred pounds of “'gawd'-damned bananas;” I didn't know myself.
The United Air Lines freight depot's loading dock was filled with crates of exotic birds. Arthur was running around screaming, “The 'gawd'-damn things are going to die if they don't get food and water. You continue filling the water dishes, I'll do the rest.”
He eventually calmed down, but insisted he had to travel in the cargo hold of the airplane to be sure the birds were fed and watered on their trip to Slidell. He was told to go the United Air Lines main terminal to obtain permission.
Standing next in line at the ticket counter, I watched Arthur get a pained look on his face while, through clenched teeth he screamed, “My 'gawd'-damn hemorrhoids are killing me.” The female ticket agent and everyone close by gasped as he loosened his pants and jammed his right hand down the back of his shorts to take care of the problem. Squaring himself away before stepping up to the counter, he offered the agent his tickets with the hand that had just performed the miracle. She bellowed out, “I can't take this! I'm calling my supervisor!” He looked at me, saying, “What the 'gawd'-damn hell's wrong with her?”
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LOL
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Bill Pearl Takes Up Bicycling, Hurts His Asshole, and Teaches Us a Valuable Lesson -
"In late 1972, the idea struck me to take up competitive cycling. Like most transitions in life, my competitive cycling began as something else entirely. Judy and I bought bikes to take weekend rides and soon it became a group thing, with several members of the gym riding along. Then I was invited to join a group of competitive cyclists who raced a 30-mile circuit around the Rose Bowl on Tuesday afternoons. I upgraded to a $3,000.00 customized bicycle and changed my leg workout weekday mornings to include a 35-mile course around Pasadena, Altadena, South Pasadena and Sierra Madre. I left Sundays open for other races or 100-mile “century” rides. My enthusiasm for cycling went on for nearly four years.
Two of my cycling partners, Dr. Jeff Spencer and Chuck Pranke, were U.S. Olympic cyclists. Both were great teachers, but never in my wildest dreams did I come close to reaching their ability. One year I managed to place in the senior division of the California State Championships before my over-enthusiasm began causing problems. Coming home from a long Sunday ride, I discovered Judy wasn't waiting. “Where in the hell is she? It's our only day off and she's not here.” This went on for several months before coming to an impasse. After listening to my complaints, she calmly went to a drawer to take out a pen and pad. “Do both of us a favor,” she said. “Write down the number of hours you work in the gym each week.” I wrote down sixty hours. “How much time are you spending on the bike each week?” Another twenty-seven hours. “What about your weight training?” I added an additional twelve hours. It came close to a hundred hours each week that I was either spending on myself or working in the gym. She calmly asked, “With the added time you spend for sleeping and eating, where do I fit in?”
To make matters worse, Judy was working longer hours at the gym, covering for me. I'd begun having health problems. Cysts had developed in my colon and had become abscessed. I refused to see a doctor, thinking the problem was hemorrhoids. Cutting back on cycling didn't help. Every time I rode, or lifted weights, my shorts filled with blood. Afraid to see a doctor, thinking “colon cancer,” eventually it got to the point where I couldn't work more than a few hours each day. Then a rumor began that I did have cancer. We began getting phone calls from around the country asking if the gym was for sale. Most of the intended buyers were hoping to steal it.
Something had to be done. Pain drove me to see a proctologist, chosen from the telephone yellow pages. Without any preliminaries, the doctor led me into a small room, had me lie on an examining table with my pants and underwear around my knees with my rear end hanging over the side. Applying a rubber glove, he smeared the middle finger with Vaseline. Without warning, he drove the finger up my ass to his elbow. My next memory was of lying on the floor, looking up, screaming, “You son-of-a-bitch! You just lost a customer!”
Harold Bailey, M.D., a true friend and longtime member of our Manchester Gym, came to my rescue. His more gentle examination discovered four large cysts that had gotten so badly abscessed he immediately arranged for surgery. While recovering, the realization hit that I was just as mortal as the next person, but far more self-centered. Once less time was spent at the gym, along with less time on my so-called hobbies, domestic problems were a thing of the past. "
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Mitts Kowashima Loves Pearl's Giant Balls -
"I had committed to appear at Mitts Kowashima's Mr. Hawaii contest, two weeks after winning the Mr. USA contest. I had also committed to Sylvia to have a vasectomy before leaving for Hawaii. We were married in 1954 and by 1956 were blessed with two children, Kimberly and Philip, with our third, Reneé, on the way. With plans for a long marriage, our concern was that the blessings would continue unless something drastic took place. My plan was to have the operation on Thursday, travel to Hawaii on Friday, do the exhibition on Saturday, and then spend three days on the beach relaxing. The doctor explained the procedure as, “There's nothing to it. I'll do it in my office. It won't take more than thirty minutes. If you'll take it easy for a few days you'll be as good as new.”
I got to the doctor's office on time. His very young nurse pointed to a small operating room, saying, “Undress and put on a hospital gown.” She knocked before entering and began pulling instruments from a sterilizer. Glancing my way she remarked, “You haven't shaved!” Rubbing my chin, I replied, “Yes I have. I shaved this morning.” Pointing at my crotch, she said, “You haven't shaved. Lie on the table.”
The doctor arrived in great spirits. By now, his first patient of the day was anxious for him to get started. He donned a smock, washed his hands while his nurse waited to help with the rubber gloves.
He reached for a huge syringe, raised it to eye level then began squeezing the plunger to remove bubbles, I said, “Where're you going to stick that needle? I hate needles!” There was no need for reply. The nurse graciously assisted as he pulled my testicles to an all time high, saying, “You'll feel a few little pricks.” Twenty minutes later, my ability to reproduce had ended.
But, all is NOT well that ends well. As with the lack of communication about shaving, nothing had been mentioned about transportation. I'd ridden my bicycle to the gym and then rode the couple of miles to the doctor's office. It was time to ride the couple of miles back. Upon arriving at the gym, I felt a slight discomfort and decided to investigate. A quick peek revealed my testicles were the size of grapefruit! My first thought was to call Mitts and let him know his guest poser had contracted elephantiasis. Instead, I talked myself into believing things would be back to normal by Saturday. When it was time to go on stage, there wasn't room in my posing briefs for one testicle, let alone two. It looked like someone had stuffed a pair of socks--along with everything else, into the confined area.
The contest was a sellout, as usual. After a tremendous introduction, I faced the audience with my hands crossed over the front of my trunks. As the stage lights grew brighter and brighter I hit my first pose. The only response was a loud gasp. My second pose--another gasp. This went on pose after pose--no clapping or words of encouragement, just gasps. Halfway through the routine, the gasps had convinced me that my testicles were stealing the show. As the music faded, I stood waiting for the applause that never came. There was complete silence. I felt like hell. Mitts stood silently in the wings, as I walked over to say, “I'm so sorry, Mitts! I laid a giant egg. I apologize.”
He replied, “Laid an egg! You're kidding! You were terrific! We've never seen any one with that kind of size before.” To this day, I still wonder which size he was talking about; the size of my arms or the size of my “you know whats!”
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I'll stop here. Excerpts taken from "Beyond The Universe" - https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/736785.Beyond_the_Universe .
It's not a perfect book, a little dis-jointed here and there, and he skirts the steroid issue. But it's pretty entertaining for a short bodybuilding autobiography.
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Always liked Bill, but could never agree with him on his vegetarianism.
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Thanks BB,great stuff.
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One more little bit on Arthur Jones -
"Arthur founded Nautilus Sports/Medical Industries, in 1970. His new line of exercise machines became so popular over the next ten years, it was said that more money was spent on Nautilus than on all other commercial gym equipment being sold.
The first version of his machine was previewed in Culver City, California, at that year's AAU Mr. America Contest. I acted as Master of Ceremonies. My training partner, Chris Dickerson, became the first Afro-American to win the title.
Arthur had transported the prototype from Slidell, to Culver City, in a rented trailer. To save money, he stayed at our home in Pasadena. His 13-year-old son, Gary, remarked with confidence, “We can put another inch on your arm in a month, if you will use the machine.”
The Nautilus multi-station unit that sat in the lobby of the Culver City convention hall looked like a bad substitute for the popular Universal multi-station unit. Arthur's unit was cumbersome, poorly built, painted blue and equipped with lever arms to hold free-weights. It was immediately nicknamed "The Blue Monster." Its best selling points were Arthur's gift-of-gab and the off-centered cams, which were pitched to everyone who would listen.
I later commented to Arthur that trying to compete against the Universal multi-station unit might be a mistake. I suggested that he design separate pieces of equipment incorporating the off-centered cam and then promote his theory of training, which could only be done “on his machines.” How much influence my suggestion had on his decision to do this is anyone's guess, but that's what eventually evolved.
At the beginning of the Nautilus reign, Arthur used the editorial pages of Iron Man Magazine to promote his concepts. Issue after issue was filled with his opinions on training. The magazine was so hard-core, its readers were more than willing to give Arthur's theories a try, if they could get their hands on his equipment. Sales of his units were going out of sight. Prospective buyers were phoning my gym day and night to confirm what Arthur was preaching. There were so many calls, in fact, that it started interfering with my ability to run my business. He convinced me that my time wasn't being wasted. In exchange, he was going to give me the new Nautilus Biceps/Triceps and Torso Pullover machines, plus an exclusive written Nautilus franchise for the State of California.
He then tried to convince me that bodybuilding had changed since my last competition in 1967. The only way I could win the 1971 NABBA Professional contest was by following his training principles, along with incorporating the Nautilus machines into my programs. It mattered little that I'd done quite well with free weights for twenty-five years. When the Biceps/Triceps and Torso Pullover machines arrived, I placed them in the living room of our home for my own personal use. Later, to Judy's relief, they were transferred to the gym, where they became so popular it was nearly impossible to get near them.
Our relationship became more strained when I informed Arthur that I had replaced the lever arms of my Nautilus machines in the Pasadena Health Club with weight stacks. Arthur went ballistic saying, “You ruined the 'gawd'-damn biomechanics by doing that.” My reply was, “Arthur, you're wrong. The movement is even better. Because of the weight stacks you now start the motion from a dead stop rather than having a swinging motion. Besides, there are no weight plates to pick up, the machines are more simple, safer and faster to use.” “Yah... but... but,” he sputtered. Later it occurred to me that Arthur might not have been so upset because I ruined the 'gawd'-damn biomechanics of his machines, as he was with the fact that he was now going to have to add weight stacks to the machines he was currently manufacturing. It was possible that he didn't have the capital to make the conversion at that time.
It came down to where I either had to replace the lever arms on my machines, or he was going to renege on the exclusive Nautilus franchise for California. Stupidly, I told him it would be a relief to get back to running my gym. That remark probably cost me millions of dollars from the profits of the sales of Nautilus in the State of California, over the next several years.
Matters didn't improve when I publicly questioned Arthur's theories regarding the advantages that came from training on the Nautilus Isokinetic machines. Much of the promotional material in the early days of Nautilus was based on the claim that free weights were obsolete, injury-causing antiques. I disagreed. He claimed that three twenty-minute workouts per week on Nautilus equipment could produce a physique like mine. Again, I disagreed by stating, “Nobody who has trained exclusively on Nautilus has won a major physique contest.” This enraged Arthur to the extent that he began threatening Leo and me with phone taps and hit men. Why he included Leo is anyone's guess.
He used Iron Man Magazine to wage his war, which became more venomous with each issue. The final straw occurred when he commented that it was “rumored” that my training partner, twenty-eight-year-old Willie Stedman, had died because of anabolic steroid use, which I supposedly had supplied. It was sadly true that Willy had died, but the cause of death was pneumonia, brought on by a lethal strain of Asian flu. I contacted Peary Rader, the owner and publisher of Iron Man Magazine, threatening a lawsuit if a retraction wasn't printed.
I kept training for the 1971 NABBA Mr. Universe, using the same methods that had brought the best results in the past. By now, Arthur was so irate it was “rumored” that he had given Sergio Oliva $5,000.00 to come to Florida to train on Nautilus with a promise of another $5,000.00, if he won the contest."
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He's one of the few of the old timers to make serious money in this game. His collection of antique cars and antiques must be worth a fortune.
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Bill was in the gym every morning by 4am.
I train at 4:00 am in th emorning also. Never anyone in the gym . . . Just perfect for my tastes.
J
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Great stuff, BB.
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I train at 4:00 am in th emorning also. Never anyone in the gym . . . Just perfect for my tastes.
J
I'm so stiff in the morning I could never do that at this age. I can't run well in the morning or lift.
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BB thanks for putting up sections of his book, Beyond the Universe. Best autobiography by far from a bodybuilder. It's pure gold. Going to dig the book out of my pile of crap and read it again.
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Lee Priest woke up at 3:59 am to drink a redbull.
WoooSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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I sometimes masturbate early in the morning. :D great pump
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(https://www.meditacaobrasil.com/files/2017/08/Getting_Stronger_Bill_Pearl-1.jpg)
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Lee Priest woke up at 3:59 am to drink a redbull.
WoooSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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He was gayer than a 3 dollar bill but he was a great pioneer in BB
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COACH, I also trained at Bill's in Pasadena and we may have discussed this a few years ago ... but I do recall Bill and Judy, and Rob Johnson, and Wayne Bouvier who passed away way too young , and Solo El Fenzy , with a slight recall of Bill's brother whose name I have forgotten. (Harry??)
I can also recall two of the top SoCal bodybuilding competitors who were loyal gym members who were training for the AAU/NPC (???) National Championships but felt it might help if they were Gold's Gym Santa Monica members since the contest was being promoted by Ken Sprague who owned Gold's at that time.
They did the right thing and discussed it with Bill and Bill agreed so they prepped at Gold's but were really Bill's gym members at heart.
If you said their names I would remember. One had a pilot's license and may still be flying today.
Bill is amazing at recalling names even at an absence of 10+ years!
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ridiculous, at 3am Bill is posting on Getbig...
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COACH, I also trained at Bill's in Pasadena and we may have discussed this a few years ago ... but I do recall Bill and Judy, and Rob Johnson, and Wayne Bouvier who passed away way too young , and Solo El Fenzy , with a slight recall of Bill's brother whose name I have forgotten. (Harry??)
I can also recall two of the top SoCal bodybuilding competitors who were loyal gym members who were training for the AAU/NPC (???) National Championships but felt it might help if they were Gold's Gym Santa Monica members since the contest was being promoted by Ken Sprague who owned Gold's at that time.
They did the right thing and discussed it with Bill and Bill agreed so they prepped at Gold's but were really Bill's gym members at heart.
If you said their names I would remember. One had a pilot's license and may still be flying today.
Bill is amazing at recalling names even at an absence of 10+ years!
That was Clint Beyerle who owned his own plane. He had some money.
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OLDTIMER, Yep! You are correct, Thanks.
If I recall correctly, Clint was the epitome of vascularity.
Do you reall who his training partner was at that time?
And do you recall how he placed that year?
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clint walker looked awesome, i think he beat arnold once? i could be wrong.
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OLDTIMER, Yep! You are correct, Thanks.
If I recall correctly, Clint was the epitome of vascularity.
Do you reall who his training partner was at that time?
And do you recall how he placed that year?
Can't answer those questions. Whose long time girlfriend did Clint marry?
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OLDTIMER, Yep! You are correct, Thanks.
If I recall correctly, Clint was the epitome of vascularity.
Do you reall who his training partner was at that time?
And do you recall how he placed that year?
Hazbin's long lost father?
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Not sure why some people have the impression that early risers lead a healthier life. Seems to me when you sleep is not as important as how much rest you get. We have different biological clocks. I'm a late riser and get at least 8 hours of rest almost every night. When I worked, I got up at 5:00 a.m. and sleepwalked my way through the morning. Pearl does live out in the boonies (Phoenix, OR). Farmers tend to be early risers. He was born in Primeville, OR. another burg, located in central Oregon.
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Can't answer those questions. Whose long time girlfriend did Clint marry?
Mike Mentzer
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something to be said about waking up early to get shit done. Bill Pearl is get big approved
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something to be said about waking up early to get shit done. Bill Pearl is get big approved
Who is to say that people like me who wake up later, don't also get shit done. But you are right, Bill Pearl is Getbig approved, although it would surprise me if he posted here.
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He's one of the few of the old timers to make serious money in this game. His collection of antique cars and antiques must be worth a fortune.
In 1971, Arnold defeated Oliva on Mr.Olympia & Bill Pearl for NABBA Mr.Universe pro title !.
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clint walker looked awesome, i think he beat arnold once? i could be wrong.
Yeah right , for W.I.G.G.S. Mr.Nabiru title ;)
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I'm so stiff in the morning I could never do that at this age. I can't run well in the morning or lift.
Buy a bike. Nobody who has a higher body weight should be running over a certain age. You're just not adapting to your body's needs.
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In 1971, Arnold defeated Oliva on Mr.Olympia & Bill Pearl for NABBA Mr.Universe pro title !.
Maybe you got a little confused. In 1967 Pearl won the pro NABBA Universe and Arnold the amateur NABBA Universe. In 1971 Bill Pearl again won the Pro NABBA and Arnold didn't compete. Arnold did win the 1970 Pro NABBA but Pearl didn't compete.
Pearl told all the bodybuilders to compete against him in the 1971 Mr. Universe NABBA. Reg Park and Oliva took up the challenge and it was Bill Pearl's best ever condition. Arnold didn't show up because the IFBB wouldn't let him or he heard about how good Pearl was that year.
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OLDTIMER .....I believe STRAWMAN is correct
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Buy a bike. Nobody who has a higher body weight should be running over a certain age. You're just not adapting to your body's needs.
No one escapes aging. No one. I will never string together 5 minute miles or be able to sprint a 50 second quarter mile again. I'm putting up a good fight though with my lifting and running. My running is deteriorating. Going to up my running soon and if my body holds up without injury. I will see what I can do now. I do bike on occasion. I didn't bike for about two years. About a month ago I went on several short 7 mile bike rides. It was a lot of fun and while exhausting as I pushed the pace. I have two vacations in September which I'm sure drinks will flow. In October I'm going to do what I never did before. I'm actually going to watch what I eat.
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OLDTIMER .....I believe STRAWMAN is correct
Yes, he was. Clint married Mentzer's fiance Cathy Gelfo. She is on the cover with Mike.
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Because we would train at 4:30am before I went to school along with 4-5 other guys. When his gym was on Green St. in Pasadena he and his wife Judy lived in a small back house in back of the gym. I have a friend who now trains at Golds (Dean Tornabene) who was also there during that time and talks about those times. I have quite a few great stories about training there when I was a kid. Still, the best time of my life was being at that gym.
Did he wear tight sweat slacks when you guys trained?
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Bill's brother Harold was involved in illegal abortions which led to a death at some time in the 60's. Bill was involved in the trial as he was accused of hiding evidence after the death.
https://caselaw.findlaw.com/ca-court-of-appeal/1814058.html
He also had the honesty of admitting early steroid use from the mid 50's which caused dramatic size increase in the first edition of Getting Bigger. In later editions he is totally natural. On his website he always was natural and against steroids. Not someone to respect IMO.
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Bill's brother Harold was involved in illegal abortions which led to a death at some time in the 60's. Bill was involved in the trial as he was accused of hiding evidence after the death.
https://caselaw.findlaw.com/ca-court-of-appeal/1814058.html
He also had the honesty of admitting early steroid use from the mid 50's which caused dramatic size increase in the first edition of Getting Bigger. In later editions he is totally natural. On his website he always was natural and against steroids. Not someone to respect IMO.
:o .
Also here's Pearl's admission to steroids in "Getting Stronger" -
My first experience with steroids was in 1958. I had won the Mr. America and Mr. Universe contests and was in Florida making a movie with Arthur Jones, a thoroughly unorthodox and eccentric friend (who would later revolutionize weightlifting with the invention of the Nautilus machines). Arthur told me about a new chemical the Russian weight lifters were using.
When I returned to California I did some research. At the University of California at Davis I met a veterinarian who told me that steroids were being used with good results to develop strength and growth in cattle. The name of the drug was Nilivar and the daily recommended dosage for humans was 10 mg. Now it might seem extreme for someone with no more information than that to begin using the drug, but that's what I did. Good enough for a bull, good enough for me! It never even occurred to me that there could be anything harmful in the drug or any side effects. I took dosages of 30 mg. a day for three months while training very hard. My weight jumped from 225 to 250 and my strength increased considerably.
For example, I could squat with over 600 pounds-my best ever. I'd never experienced so much progress in so short a time, and I knew this was no placebo effect. But there were problems. I felt heavy and awkward and actually couldn't bend over to tie my shoes. I had always felt limber and flexible, but now I was the proverbial ''muscle-bound" bodybuilder. I decided I looked and felt better at a lighter body weight and quit using steroids.
Two years later I decided to enter the 1961 Mr. Universe contest. By then, steroids were out of the experimental stage and well-known to most competitive bodybuilders. They were no longer an underground item. I remembered the fast progress I'd made using them and decided to do so again. Looking back, I think they were a crutch I didn't really need, but at the time it seemed easier to take them—so I did. I won the contest, but something inside me wasn't happy with steroid use, so I quit them again, this time for good.
I gradually began to "listen to my body." I changed my diet, I quit eating red meat and began eating more whole grains, raw milk, fertile eggs, nuts, fruits and vegetables. I won the Mr. Universe contest in 1967 and again in 1971 without the use of steroids, although by then most bodybuilders were deeply into steroid usage.
After I quit, I began to hear stories that made me feel I'd made the right choice."
No comment on the last paragraph or so ;) :).
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Maybe you got a little confused. In 1967 Pearl won the pro NABBA Universe and Arnold the amateur NABBA Universe. In 1971 Bill Pearl again won the Pro NABBA and Arnold didn't compete. Arnold did win the 1970 Pro NABBA but Pearl didn't compete.
Pearl told all the bodybuilders to compete against him in the 1971 Mr. Universe NABBA. Reg Park and Oliva took up the challenge and it was Bill Pearl's best ever condition. Arnold didn't show up because he the IFBB wouldn't let him or he heard about how good Pearl was that year.
Ups, my mistake I should write : & Pearl too defeated Oliva on Nabba Pro Mr.universe '71.
Supposedly Oliva was very PO & Zane was upset with Pearl victory, Reg was fine !.
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Buy a bike. Nobody who has a higher body weight should be running over a certain age. You're just not adapting to your body's needs.
Nobody with + 5-10 inches of safety fat ;D
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Buy a bike. Nobody who has a higher body weight should be running over a certain age. You're just not adapting to your body's needs.
Oldtimer is always pushing at the limits of what he can do. He reluctantly backs off when I knows he's overdoing it. The one thing he should pay better attention to is injuries. When someone goes overboard to the point of injuring themselves, it becomes counter productive. Know your limits.
While I don't run anymore, I know folks my age who do. They have run consistently for most of their lives. My cousin, runs, bikes and lifts weights. She is 6 years younger than me, making her 69 years old. I'll give you this, she is as lean as she was in high school.
The main reason I don't run anymore is because following knee surgery, I developed extreme numbness and pain in my right foot. It's recently improved to the point it has almost completely subsided. I may give running on the treadmill a try again. It's wise to adapt to our bodies needs as long as we keep in mind our bodies are constantly changing....sometimes improving.
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Bill Pearl has changed his narrative from time to time.
Has admitted steroid use, then denied it, then admitted it, etc.
His support of charlatan Sri Chimnoy is one of his oddest actions.
Supposedly became a lacto-ovo vegetarian at age 39 (1969).
He carried a lot of mass on his frame for sure.
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bill pearl used steroids thruout his career. the reason he went vegetarion is because of steroids. his doctor told him his cholesterol was really high and he was gonna die if he didnt do something about it. ( they didnt know that steroids caused elevated lipids then plus he didnt tell his doctor he was taking them) so he swithced to lacto veggy. he is a nice man but he doesnt tell the truth. he is just trying to have a good image much like larry scott tried. ( although scott did admit to "2 dball a day) lmao at 2 dball.
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No one escapes aging. No one. I will never string together 5 minute miles or be able to sprint a 50 second quarter mile again. I'm putting up a good fight though with my lifting and running. My running is deteriorating. Going to up my running soon and if my body holds up without injury. I will see what I can do now. I do bike on occasion. I didn't bike for about two years. About a month ago I went on several short 7 mile bike rides. It was a lot of fun and while exhausting as I pushed the pace. I have two vacations in September which I'm sure drinks will flow. In October I'm going to do what I never did before. I'm actually going to watch what I eat.
I stay away from running, too hard on the joints. Don't think it's good long term. I rather use the stationary bike.
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bill pearl used steroids thruout his career. the reason he went vegetarion is because of steroids. his doctor told him his cholesterol was really high and he was gonna die if he didnt do something about it. ( they didnt know that steroids caused elevated lipids then plus he didnt tell his doctor he was taking them) so he swithced to lacto veggy. he is a nice man but he doesnt tell the truth. he is just trying to have a good image much like larry scott tried. ( although scott did admit to "2 dball a day) lmao at 2 dball.
The real dianabol was a powerful drug back in the day. Maybe he used more than two, I don't know. All I know is after steroids were made a scheduled drug felony anything called dianabol after was either not the same or an outright counterfeit fraud. Just like the real anadrol 50 was an incredible effective drug with one pill I hear stories about guys popping five of the black market stuff with little to show for it. What ever they are taking now has to be real crap. They all show the same bloated soft body. The Chinese that make the stuff with fake labeled vials, pills and packaging must be laughing really hard.
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so true. my first d ball use was 4 tabs a day ( 5 mg each) prescription from doc . didnt notice anything until the 3rd week or so and then bam!! grew like a weed strength and size was like overnight. awesome stuff. now i can 100 mg and get little to nothing. its the same with all ug roids. bring back the good ole days when roids were real and potent
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bill pearl used steroids thruout his career. the reason he went vegetarion is because of steroids. his doctor told him his cholesterol was really high and he was gonna die if he didnt do something about it. ( they didnt know that steroids caused elevated lipids then plus he didnt tell his doctor he was taking them) so he swithced to lacto veggy. he is a nice man but he doesnt tell the truth. he is just trying to have a good image much like larry scott tried. ( although scott did admit to "2 dball a day) lmao at 2 dball.
Very much this ^^^^^ &
He doesn’t tell the Truth.
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One of the better guys in the game though.
I have a copy of "Keys to the Inner Universe."
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Bill Pearl has a favourite small restaurant that he eats at very early in the morning up in Oregon. I missed going there my last visit but will try to get in there with my older brother soon. Pearl is a true legend as was Leo Stern.
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I stay away from running, too hard on the joints. Don't think it's good long term. I rather use the stationary bike.
Run on the beach sand if U can, like the US Marines to avoid joins pounding.
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The real dianabol was a powerful drug back in the day. Maybe he used more than two, I don't know. All I know is after steroids were made a scheduled drug felony anything called dianabol after was either not the same or an outright counterfeit fraud. Just like the real anadrol 50 was an incredible effective drug with one pill I hear stories about guys popping five of the black market stuff with little to show for it. What ever they are taking now has to be real crap. They all show the same bloated soft body. The Chinese that make the stuff with fake labeled vials, pills and packaging must be laughing really hard.
Back in the 60's and 70's when I had a prescription for D-Bol, it sure worked. Even my tiny 5 mg dosage per day made a huge difference in weight training/bodybuilding progress.
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Run on the beach sand if U can, like the US Marines to avoid joins pounding.
Ever run in soft, wet sand where each step sinks your foot in a few inches? It's an amazing leg workout.