I was cranking away in a spinning class one evening, and was suddenly struck by how fancy and cute all the girls in class were. Teeny little sports bras with perfect blow outs and full faces of make up were everywhere - I was surrounded. I don’t think I had even looked at myself in the mirror before I left for class in my cropped 80’s sweats and headband. Yes, headband. I sweat like a feverish man in an acrylic sweater sitting under a heating lamp, so headbands are essential to my work out gear.
As we climbed a huge hill on our bikes, it came to me. The fuss was targeted at the man on the pedestal (literally) at the front of the class. Our instructor was gorgeous, fit and had a killer smile. It had never occurred to me to try to be sexy in a fitness class - the two simply do not go hand in hand in my life.
So in an effort to truly appreciate the handsomeness of Los Angeles’ Men of Fitness, we are going to take a step back and breathe it in. In an ongoing series, we will share some of the foxiest trainers and instructors LA has to offer - so why not take a long lunch and squeeze in a new workout?