On a random weekday afternoon in 2016, I walked into an unglamorous exercise studio in a nondescript patch of Manhattan, in the dumpy-in-patches East 20s. I’d signed up for something called a Gyrotonic class, which I’d never taken before. Back then, ClassPass was unlimited boutique exercise classes for $100 a month, so I tried everything and anything.
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