Marvin Hagler's Training Routine and Diet

..............I have an article from Ring Magazine a month before he fought Hearns. It was this routine, pretty basic really.........

Six to eight miles on the beach at Cape Cod where he trained, then he went into "solitary till six in the evening. At six, he went to the gym they'd set up alongside the pool at a hotel nearby.

Jumping rope, heavybag, speedbag, several rounds each, but one strict rule was adhered to: three minutes work, one minute rest, for all of it. Situps, too; three minutes work, one minute rest.

Then the sparring. Marvin had to have several sparring partners in camp with him because he used them up with such regularity. He even beat his own half-brother Robbie Sims with equal malice. No familial considerations given. "Marvin don't ease up on you," said longtime sparring partner and world champion to be Buster Drayton, "he comes to work."

He had to put an old baseball cap on his head backwards before putting on the headgear, to prevent chafing his eyebrows, then he was ready. The procession of three to four sparring partners went two rounds each before slumping off. Drayton also said that his sparring mates would leave the ring with the insides of their mouths so chewed up from Hagler's blows they couldn't eat dinner that night.

After that, he was done. The workouts were open to the public, so he'd remove his gear, toss a nod to the audience, and return to the self-imposed solitary confinement. Those working with him in camp remark that he wouldn't mix with others as some might. He stayed in his room, and could be seen frequently sitting alone on his balcony staring out at the Cape for long periods at a time. Not a hell of a lot else to do, I guess.

The article didn't comment on his diet.

 

I enjoyed the read thanks Sal

 

..........No problem. Hard guy, that Hagler. My first boxing hero.

 

Nice summary

 

thanks man

 

This is a long read, but very insightful regarding Marvin's training and the way the Petronelli brothers trained Marvin and fighters.

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I WILL WALK IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF A MAN NAMED MARVELOUS
March 15
On this Tuesday night at the Petronelli Gym in Brockton, Massachusetts, I'm tailing my trainer and host, Goody Petronelli, as he weaves through the taped and headgeared guys skipping rope, bashing heavy bags, and loogeying into spit buckets. We stop under a huge poster of Marvelous Marvin Hagler, the undisputed world middleweight champion from 1980 to 1987 and Goody's star pupil. "Would you believe Marvin came to me when he was a skinny 16-year-old and that he's never lifted a weight in his life?" he says. Glistening with sweat, muscles rippling, Hagler looks like a big, bald wrecking machine that pumped iron for about 20 years straight. "Look at that stomach! You want a fit body?" Goody queries. "That's it!"
Of course I want that body, and I've come to Goody and his dingy third-floor walk-up to prove to my brother and every other heart-rate-monitoring athlete and coach what I suspect: that an old-school regimen is the equal of hyperscientific fitness programs. Beneath hand-scrawled maxims like THERE IS NO SHORTCUT TO SUCCESS and TRAIN UNTIL IT HURTS AND THEN SOME MORE, Goody tells me he's been guiding folks in the strength and speed of boxing for 30 years. Before that, he tells me, he used to whip scrawny navy enlisted men into fighting shape. Goody stops and takes a long, hard look at me. "You got 12 weeks?" he asks over the grunts from the ring. "Heck, I could get two of you in shape in 12 weeks."
It was kind of a mixed message. There was the promise that Goody Petronelli, legendary boxing trainer of not only Hagler but current middleweight titleholder Steve Collins, was going to get me fit. On the other hand, my less-than-imposing physique had already left an impression on him. There was no hiding behind the facts that I'm 32 and have a wife, a newborn child, and a job with irregular hours. I haven't competed since I rode a cycling leg as part of a company relay team in a triathlon some seven years ago. And on my first night at the gym, I'd arrived without a jump rope, gloves, or a right-left combination.
But Goody isn't to be deterred, or at least he shows no flagrant signs of dismay. Stripping down to a white T-shirt, he demonstrates several exercises. Despite the fact that he's in his late sixties with a lived-in face, his six-foot frame is hard-muscled; I'd be happy to look as good as him. He responds with can-do nods to all of my fitness questions--until I mention the duathlon in Killington, which gives him pause. "Tell me something, kid," he says, his raspy voice bearing in eagerly. "Can you beat this guy?"
I DISCOVER I'M ALL HEART AND NO BICEPS
March 18
My fitness evaluation reveals little I don't already know (and Goody pays it very little attention). The heart and lungs are in pretty good shape, and the muscles are evaporating. The fact that I've consistently run or biked for 30 minutes to an hour a few days a week has had some bearing: I last 15 minutes and 30 seconds on a treadmill that increases in speed and grade every three minutes, and my pounding heart tops out at 184 beats per minute. That isn't so much a telling sign of fitness as is my VO2 max, 59.7 milliliters per kilogram of body weight per minute. Considered one of the most significant of endurance-type-fitness measurements, the number indicates how well the body takes in oxygen and uses it to produce energy at the cellular level. While I can't compare with elite endurance athletes, who regularly max out in the seventies, I'm above average for my age group. By comparison, the body-fat percentage measurement is cause for celebration: 12.4 percent. Serious male athletes between the ages of 25 and 35 are somewhere between 8 and 12 percent body fat.
Unfortunately, says Chris Lovasco, the fitness director of the Beverly YMCA and overseer of my strength tests, my body composition could be changing real soon. That's because I've ignored my muscles for years at a time, and at my age, he explains, any body part left unattended now begins to degenerate fast. "Keep up this pace for a few more years, and you'll lose four to eight pounds of muscle mass by age 40." Without muscle mass, Lovasco tells me, my metabolism will slow and my fat burning-ability will be crippled. On most days, deteriorating muscles don't get to me. But maxing out at just 35 pounds on the shoulder press with an aerobics class looking on has a sobering impact. Chris doesn't pull any punches, either. With a straight face he tells me that my strength is equal to that of someone who regularly lifts the remote and occasionally mows the lawn.

HOW I DITCH WEIGHT TRAINING
March 25
"Remember," Goody cautions me on our first day of real business, "you can't put a $1 million house on a $500 foundation." So with a lot of base-building to do, I'm given a six-day-a-week, low-effort regimen: I'll focus on 60- to 90-minute "roadwork" sessions (running and cycling) to add to my stamina and lots of reps of classic calisthenics--pull-ups, push-ups, leg lifts, sit-ups, and crunches--for power. There will also be quick timed bouts in the gym with the jump rope and the heavy bag.
"If I've got a fighter going against some fancy-pants dancer-type in a few months, I'm not going to have him beef up with long sessions against the heavy bag," Goody says, acknowledging my need for agility over bulk. "I'm going to have him running and moving. Always train with your opponent in mind."
In this case my opponent isn't Tom so much as the notorious Killington Mountain Bike Biathlon course. A couple of 2.5-mile runs sandwiching a ten-mile ride up and down 4,200-foot Killington Peak won't take me more than about 90 minutes, I estimate, but aside from the aerobic demands, there'll be a lot of stress on the joints. Goody is training me the way he trains his boxers, but he's also preparing me well for my race: Muscles require just as much if not more lead time than the heart and lungs--though not as much actual training time--to get in shape. "Don't stop halfway on those sit-ups," he bellows while watching me, the midsection being a favorite target of boxing trainers. "That's cheating. Go all the way up and down, and keep your hands behind your head."
My first-week training regimen looks something like this (times in minutes):
Endurance/Strength
Monday: 60-90 bike/30 cals
Tuesday: 30 run/60 gym
Wednesday: 60-90 bike/15 cals
Thursday: 30 run/30 cals
Friday: off/off
Saturday: 30 run/60 gym
Sunday: 30 run/45 gym

Petronelli also suggests that I stay away from weight lifting, which can compromise speed and flexibility. Instead, the calisthenics and gym work will be done in boxing-roundlike fashion: three minutes of hard work for every minute off. That way, says Goody, you build strength and endurance. I like the idea, mainly because I abhor pumping iron, plus I can conveniently hang a heavy bag and a pull-up bar in my listing, 80-year-old barn. The spartan atmosphere is perfect for toil and sacrifice; Marvelous Marvin used to hole up in a shack on Cape Cod for weeks at a time. No wife. No kids. Just Goody and some worn floorboards.
Unfortunately, the program loses some of its rough-hewn charm when I march into the barn and manage only two sets of four pull-ups, two sets of 15 push-ups, and a dysfunctional round of jump rope.
LEARNING TO LOVE THE HEAVY
April 15
With a few weeks of foundation training under my belt (I can now do three sets of 25 push-ups, nose-to-floor style), Goody has introduced me to the heart of his program. "You gotta make yourself work harder in training than you would on race day," he tells me. "Spar with extra-heavy gloves. Box longer rounds. Get in there with someone 20 pounds bigger. By fight day, everything feels light--the legs, the arms, the hands, the heart." Hagler, says Goody, used to do much of his pre-fight roadwork on sand or by racing in local 10k's in a pair of combat boots.
I've adapted Goody's advice as best I can: I pedaled in old leather hiking boots, hit the bag with heavier gloves, added longer sprints at the end of my rides, and in Goody's gym I've answered to a quicker bell, giving me shorter periods of rest.
But now I worry about keeping it up. My knees hurt after the sprints, my shoulders after the gym workouts. I seek a second opinion from Jim Warren, a strength and speed coach to baseball players such as Barry Bonds as well as top amateur triathletes and professional water-skiers. "You're putting in the distance, so Goody's just adding intensity," says Warren. "You'd never tell a marathoner to go 30 miles before the race. Instead, you'd have her run a series of long intervals to build strength. It's basically sound."
Warren tells me that unless I notice any symptoms of overtraining (see "The 85 Percent Solution") I should stick with it. After all, my base-building weeks went smoothly. "You're not a weekend warrior anymore," Warren assures me. "As part of the mix, it's OK to just go for it."

 

That was a really good read, any more articles like that I can read online?

 

Nice reads, gangsters, thanks!

 

Cheers youngmonzon that was great.

 

Thank you nice.

 

thanks young!

 

My pleasure to all. Glad you enjoyed it.

As an aside, the program Petronelli outlined for the writer of the article really does get great results. It is worth a try.

 

enjoyed that young thnx m8