There’s a guy at my gym who works out in jeans.

They’re not baggy jeans, either, jeans that would give him enough room to do squats or jog on the treadmill with ease. They’re the regular, no-stretch, no-fun, no-frills jeans. They’re the kind you’d wear to the hardware store to pick up a new garden hose.

The man’s in his late 50s or early 60s, not old enough to have given up and not so young that he’s clueless. I’ve found myself thinking the jeans can’t be the most effective form of sportswear, and if he sweats at all, they probably weigh a metric ton by the time he’s done with the elliptical.

It wasn’t just a one-time mistake, where he left the house in the wrong clothes and didn’t have time to go back and change. And he’s no John Cena, but he’s not dogging it, either. He’s doing actual

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