By Kyle Smelter
Whenever I step foot in a gym for a new HIIT (high intensity interval training) fitness class, I always feel pretty good about my chances—a confidence built upon countless games of football on the playground and friends’ backyards, a high school tennis career, and the countless miles I’ve logged in my running shoes since I learned to put one foot in front of the other. But that confidence shouldn’t be there. Because at the end of every class, I end up lying in a puddle of my own sweat, gasping for air, my ass thoroughly kicked and my confidence having run for the hills from the pulse-pumping music and numerous wall sits and push ups. My time at ALTR(pronounced like alter) in Minneapolis’ North Loop was no different. But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, I relished every plank, row, and bicep curl.
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