Is Taking Classes at the Gym Irrefutably Lame?

While being a gym rat is decidedly lame, there’s nothing cool about being a big tub of goo either, so hitting up the gym for a little routine maintenance is a necessary evil.

The question is: how do you go about it?

It’s fairly easy to put yourself in a position of ridicule when it comes to exercise. For example, shirtless jogging. It’s just plain gay. Don’t do it. And if you do, be prepared for a world of verbal abuse from your friends. They better make you feel like Lance Bass for ever thinking photos of Matthew McConaughey out for a run looked cool.

Free weights, basketball, and shirted jogging are pretty much universally acceptable, as long as you don’t grunt. But what about other stuff? Like that pilates class you “accidentally” stumbled into last Tuesday night and secretly enjoyed?

We hate to be the ones to break it to you, but you can’t pull that off. If you try to, do so at your own risk, because if your boys catch you walking out of spin class with all the other soccer moms you deserve to get blasted like they just busted you buying the first season of “Gilmore Girls” on DVD.

We’re willing to give a pass to Boxing classes (not Tae-Bo) and just about anything else where you may be learning to successfully kick somebody’s ass, but think twice about signing up for yoga, hot yoga, spin classes, Tae-Bo, Tai-Chi, pilates, cardio jam, and/or aquafit…

Because Taking Classes at the Gym is Irrefutably Lame.

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