Despite being tired, I dragged my ass down to the gym tonight. Without a doubt, it was probably one of history’s most pathetic workout sessions, but I managed to get through it. I also score fairly low on the whole “coordinated gym-goer” scale, mostly because I don’t have any shoes that are really gym worthy. I have a pair of running shoes, but they’re not really meant for going to the gym, and they hurt my feet. So instead, I usually wear a pair of vans or something else to make sure there’s a clear separation between the cool people and me from a fashion perspective. Upon leaving, ...