All the gear, no idea

You've seen the type. You may have even been the type. I know I have at some point.

You see him in the gym, or the new club he's joined, kitted out with the latest in the fashionable must have season-ware. Brand new everything, he smells of new polyester as he saunters his way past, listening to his new tunes on the latest ipod. He makes his way to the weight lifting section, admiring his new haircut in the mirror. Everything is perfect. He's had the latest in protein drinks, the newest in nitric oxide power anaerobic pills with added pizaz! Finally he's ready to start some serious training. He reaches down to set the barbell up for use, and....

He glances a quick look out of the corner of his eye. No-ones looking. How do these things work? What are you supposed to do? Seeing one already set up, he quickly goes over to it and racks his brain for a move to do. The clean and press, he's heard of that move before. Slowly, he gets a cloth out and starts wiping the bar bell. That's the clean done, now for the press. He puts all his weight on the bar, trying to push it further into the floor. Phew, that was hard work, but he's mastered the clean and press, now onto the hang clean....

Okay, a bit of hyperbole, but we've all come across this phenomenon! It just goes to show that there are more important things than image. If you haven't got heart, you won't last. If you don't have experience, or the help of those more experienced, you'll stand out for all the wrong reasons.

I think I'd rather trust someone who walks the walk in asda George smart price t shirts and old Gola plimsolls , than mister shiny in his bling. I just wish someone would tell all the gangster rappers.