If you told me four months ago when quarantine first started that I wouldn't be itching to get back to the gym or a group fitness class, I would've told you that you don't know me at all.
Let me first start off by saying I'm not one of those people who believes in a particular workout like a religion despite exercising religiously—for instance, I have no patience for yoga and certainly don't believe those small movements and soft sayings are going to yield the six pack I've been chasing since high school.
When you first hear that everyone is mad at Equinox and SoulCycle, you assume that it’s because the location they just went to was somehow out of Eucalyptus towels.
The one thing I hate almost as much as public displays of affection is people who never shut the f*ck up about how much they work out (you know who you are).
When you’re already going to the trouble of working out, it can feel like unfathomable betrayal to hear that you should, in fact, be doing a completely different workout.
