When I’m in the middle of cardio hour, I’m a hot mess. (And if you’re not, then you’re not working hard enough, and you should hand over your treadmill to someone who will.) I’m breathing hard, sweating hard, and I’m just one incline level away from flying off my treadmill; I need my personal space. So when someone saunters up to the machine next to mine and starts punching at its buttons, we have ourselves a situation. More
Topic: The Fitness Fascist
Working out is supposed to be relaxing, but sometimes we leave the gym feeling more “aggro” than “zen.” When we’re working hard to hit our target heart rate zones, our threshold for dirty machines, grunting gym-goers, and smelly carpets is at a low point. Next time we join a gym, we’d like to see a few behavior guidelines in a gym etiquette appendix.
This week: We want our spin class peers to GET. HERE. ON. TIME. More