I was expecting the Fux squat.
I still remember the first time I seen that Photo - Career ender right there - this is how far some photographers and BB will go to get the perfect photo - unfortunately for Fux, this wasnt the perfect photo he wanted, but for the photographer Chris Lund, it is a goldmine photo in an alread impressive portfolio of work. Fux tore All Four Quadricep Muscles In His Left Leg & His Pattella Tendon In His Right Leg.Fux was rushed to a local hospital and later transferred to Eisenhower Medical Center in Rancho Mirage, near his Palm Springs home, where he underwent four hours of surgery. The doctor's prognosis: The left leg should recover fully, but the news was not so encouraging for his right leg. Once inside, the surgeon also discovered shredded cartilage that had been a scrambled mess for years. "Torn cartilage is normally not such a big deal," the surgeon told Fux, "but in your case, it's a big deal. I've never seen anything so bad in anyone so young. How were you able to walk before the accident?"
"The first nine weeks after the accident," he explains, "I couldn't even do therapy. I had to wait until my legs were fully healed. During that time, they had to be kept completely straight. After all those months on your back, you begin to wonder if you are even mentally--let alone physically--able to come back. You are aware of existing in a world that is diametrically opposite that of bodybuilding. You're totally inactive, so you lose focus. You have a sloppy meal and tell yourself it's OK this time, and that starts the slippery slope into compromise. It also becomes more and more difficult to believe you'll ever again be capable of eating right every day, all day, and training twice a day, even though that's what I love most about bodybuilding: the hard, ruthless, painful discipline. I absolutely love it.
The most depressing moment was my first day back home. I left the therapy center a little too early. When you're there, someone is always around to attend to you 24 hours a day, but back home, you don't even know how to begin to move or get out of the wheelchair. It's difficult to explain everything involved. My bed at home was much lower than the one at the hospital, so, at first, it took me 45 minutes just to lie down. Later, even with practice, it took me 40 minutes to get out of bed, go to the bathroom and go back to bed. I had to swing myself out of bed, put the braces on my legs, make it to the bathroom, going from one piece of furniture to another, then to my suitcase, the wall, the doorknob and whatever I could grab along the way, then reverse the process. When I went to the store, someone would have to take me in my wheelchair. It was all very depressing, and it changed every day. One day you're depressed and think you'll never walk again, but the next day, you notice the slightest hint of progress, maybe being able to bend your leg another degree and you think you're back in the game.
For the whole article: - it is a good read and a warning to every young mans ego in the gym.http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0KFY/is_1_22/ai_113540586/ 
