A decent sized guy is shrugging in the Smith machine with 3 plates each side using wrist straps. This 155lb skinny fat twink with shaves head wearing his "LA Fitness Personal Trainer" wrinkled, untucked shirt walks up and says to him "What's up Bro? What are those?"(pointing to his wrists) The shrugger laughs a little and admits that he has a weak grip(thinking the "trainer" is rippin on him for having to use straps)....the "trainer" says "No, what are those things on your wrists?" The shrugger gets a little irritated but keeps his cool until he and everyone around us realizes that the "trainer" literally had no idea what the straps were for and had never even seen them.
Now, I don't use straps, but I sure as hell know what they are. I have since kept my eye on him during his sessions and he is absolutly clueless about any/all training..would'nt be suprised if most end up with knee, back, shoulder issues...Clients pay $70 for an hour of this twink's time...unbelievable! I wanna feel sorry for the ignorant clients, but it's their own damn fault for not shopping around. My German Sheppard could outperform this twink and be less annoying.
These same people prob shop around/dig up references for a reputable mechanic for their cars, but will allow any retarded twink to destroy their bodies. Oh brother, u guys see shite like this?