We’re about two thirds of the way through a circuit training workout in a grassy field on a cliff overlooking the ocean Malibu, and I’m doing the wrong exercise. It’s 9 AM on a Friday morning. I’m enthusiastically doing some variation of a squat, and the five dudes in my group are doing something very different. But I’m fairly confident I’m following the instructions. I think they’re all wrong.
Gabrielle Reece shakes her head at me. Sternly, but in a knowing, accommodating way. She’s made a correction to an over-eager pupil before. That much is clear. She shoots me a look and nods toward the other dudes.
I promptly start doing what they’re doing.