Stella Kowalski, age 92, could out-swim me any day. Instead of jealousy, I feel nothing but awe and inspiration.
Crawling can work wonders for you, according to body and fitness experts who believe channeling your inner baby is the new wave. Imagine a nation of adult babies crawling into happiness and health.
A SoulCycle amateur is suing the company after allegedly suffering an ankle injury on one of their torturous bikes.
Very Specific Playlists is a weekly feature in which Jezebel staffers make very specific Spotify playlists based on their weird proclivities.
On Sunday night, 24-year-old trainer Ethan Renoe went for a run in the rain during his stay in Chicago. As some men are inclined, Renoe chose not to wear a shirt during said run due to the inclement weather. A reporter for WGN stopped him to discuss both the weather and Renoe’s shirtlessness, the latter of which…
One might argue that Thanksgiving—a notorious day of gluttony—would not be the ideal time for Weight Watchers to initiate an application upgrade. But upgrade they did, and as a result, the app has been almost impossible to use ever since.
You know what would be awesome? If you could exercise without having to exercise. If just stepping into a machine for twenty minutes and letting it beat you up for a while not only raised your blood pressure but made your calves more muscular (like a Viking’s!). Unfortunately, those machines don’t exist. But they used…
We live in an age of wonders, they say. Forget your jetpacks; your iPhone boasts as much computing power as Apollo 11. But perhaps we left behind some technologies worth reviving for anybody who’s ever groaned out loud at the idea of dragging ass to the gym. Behold, a 1938 contraption for exercising via electrified…
There is a 77-year-old woman in Brookyln that’s stronger than you. Her name is Constance Tillet, she does CrossFit and… we’ve really gotta get back in the game, don’t we?
If you’re one of Jezebel’s resident #teens, do not skip gym class today, no matter how boring and stupid kickball seems.
E! has a new reality show coming out on June 7 called “Hollywood Cycle,” which is about that most stubborn of exercise “cults,” the spin class, and stars the scariest possible stratum of reality subjects: spin instructors.
A sweeping study of 10,226 people from nine countries found that married people have a higher Body Mass Index (BMI) than their single counterparts. Oh no, better go get a divorce before it’s too late!
Welcome to Grim Yelp Reviews, a new regular feature where we share people’s worst experiences at the worst places. This week: dark adventures at the temple of fitness.
Overpriced Lululemon pants to the left, to the left: chocolate might be as good for your brain (but not necessarily your booty) as exercise is, says science.
A new pop-up shop in Manhattan's South Street Seaport is offering a "facial fitness" workout, a series of face movements meant to keep your skull-mask looking young and supple. Because death and time are merely an illusion, and through the proper fitness routine, you too can pass through the earthly veil of failing…
If you have ever been compelled to have a cold one of a few after one of those really intense workouts (something to which I am completely and utterly unaccustomed—the exercise, that is), know that you're not alone.
Forget Curves. Abandon your Pilates class. The next big thing in lady-centric exercise is the "Vixen Workout." The venue is designed to look like a nightclub, you are encouraged to come made up and wearing sneaker wedges, and it involves dancing and screaming such affirmations as "Yes, I am sexy!"
Perhaps you noticed wild-eyed, Spandex-clad society types roaming the streets of New York City this weekend, hungry for EXERCISE. Those would be SoulCycle obsessives whose workouts have been thrown into chaos, absolute chaos by renovations to one of the company's downtown Manhattan outposts.
It turns out you can (at least) two sodas a day — provided you walk around 12,000 steps to counteract your Diet Coke habit. Yay?
Forget the Shake Weight, forget Sauna Suits and forget Tony Little's Gazelle, because there's a new piece of fitness equipment on the scene that's so ridiculous that just by looking at it you will descend into a shame spiral that will rival anything you've ever felt in tenth grade. Allow me to present the glory that…