The Nation’s Most Revolting Fitness Club: Mine

Where I Go is a new feature from Zócalo in which contributors describe—in a few words or in a few hundred words—where they go to find a sense of connection to people or place. Kicking things off is writer Meghan Lewit, who relates the joys of belonging to a tenth-rate fitness club.

In Los Angeles, a city with no shortage of obscenely fit people, new yoga studios crop up as frequently as pot dispensaries, and spa-like gyms with names like “Equinox” or “Spectrum” teem with beautiful people shrink-wrapped in Lycra. I …