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I'm sorry, but in a physical industry that demands dedication to diet, training and self-discipline, I don't see how anyone can call themselves a qualified personal trainer if they are overweight (yes, with STOMACH fat hanging over their bellies) OR just simply out of shape (i.e., look like a normal person) and have any credibility when it comes to giving advice.
I don't care what degrees you have, nor do I care what new swiss-ball technique you've developed to bring out the intercostals and serratus with your revolutionary rest-pause principles while breathing heavily for exactly 36 seconds a set: If you don't look the part, you should not be giving advice.
I wouldn't be posting this if it didn't have to do directly with me, but lets just say a not-so-trainer-looking-trainer criticized my form on biceps yesterday and ended up fucking up my workout because he felt the need to qualify his critique. The bottom line is he's not knowledgeable even at basic lifting, the conversation veered off into non-bodybuilding areas, and clearly he was fishing for information and not trying to help me at all.
I've decided upon a new conviction: I'm not engaging anyone in the fucking gym anymore. I've tried to be a nice person and gently tell people to fuck off by not saying fuck off but rather, "I'm busy, gotta train. Talk to you later..." But it doesn't work - not in New York City. NYC seems to have a problem of epidemic proportions when it comes to gyms - they are treated like social hang outs and not the training facilities that they should be.
So the new policy for me at least, is no friends in the gym. If I'm known as the gym asshole, that's cool with me. I can't bother with fat fuck trainers or non-qualified trainers coming up to me and telling ME that I'm wrong when I didn't ask for thier advice and obviously have years of experience physique wise and knowledge wise on them.
Anyone else suffer the problem of these gym-rats who pose as trainers telling them they're wrong when clearly you're doing everything correctly? I know I'm not alone here.
I don't care what degrees you have, nor do I care what new swiss-ball technique you've developed to bring out the intercostals and serratus with your revolutionary rest-pause principles while breathing heavily for exactly 36 seconds a set: If you don't look the part, you should not be giving advice.
I wouldn't be posting this if it didn't have to do directly with me, but lets just say a not-so-trainer-looking-trainer criticized my form on biceps yesterday and ended up fucking up my workout because he felt the need to qualify his critique. The bottom line is he's not knowledgeable even at basic lifting, the conversation veered off into non-bodybuilding areas, and clearly he was fishing for information and not trying to help me at all.
I've decided upon a new conviction: I'm not engaging anyone in the fucking gym anymore. I've tried to be a nice person and gently tell people to fuck off by not saying fuck off but rather, "I'm busy, gotta train. Talk to you later..." But it doesn't work - not in New York City. NYC seems to have a problem of epidemic proportions when it comes to gyms - they are treated like social hang outs and not the training facilities that they should be.
So the new policy for me at least, is no friends in the gym. If I'm known as the gym asshole, that's cool with me. I can't bother with fat fuck trainers or non-qualified trainers coming up to me and telling ME that I'm wrong when I didn't ask for thier advice and obviously have years of experience physique wise and knowledge wise on them.
Anyone else suffer the problem of these gym-rats who pose as trainers telling them they're wrong when clearly you're doing everything correctly? I know I'm not alone here.