I went to check out this Crossfit place a few weeks ago. It’s crazy popular and although I’m pretty sure I couldn’t handle it, I wanted to see what the fuss was about, maybe get inspired to try.

Yeah…I didn’t.

There weren’t many people there but clearly, they were all doing something right because they were RIPPED. At first I thought I’d hit the jackpot of gym stereotypes and had visions of all the comics that would pour out of my brain in this kind of atmosphere but the amount of nekkid was making me a bit squirmy. OK, if I had abs like that, I’d be wanting everybody to check em’ out too…but at some point, you gotta admit, a shirt stops being a shirt. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, I don’t even mind boxer briefs guy*, at hot yoga, but the crossfit place made me really happy about my gym’s modesty code.

 

 

*Seriously dude, if you’re reading this, you’re not fooling anyone.