As far as apparel goes, I've accepted that no matter how matched, sleek, fitted and fancy my kit is I'm still a fat guy in tights and a helmet with clacky shoes that make me walk like a r'tard duck. It's all goofy looking. The sooner you get used to it the sooner you'll feel fine. I'd wager that even the best runners felt odd in short shorts and the quickest swimmers crept meekly out of the locker room the first time they wore a speedo.