There’s Brenda, a 60-year-old grandmother. She has a killer roundhouse kick. She’ll bake you cookies, then sweep your legs out from under you.
Then there’s Jake. He wears black shirts that say “Pain is Weakness Leaving the Body.” He is incredibly soft-spoken and breeds hamsters. He names them after UFC fighters.
You also get the guy who forgets his mouthguard every single day. He just smiles and says, “I like my teeth where they are, thanks.” He’s lying.
Why It’s Just Fun to Talk About
Telling people you go here is a party trick. “Oh, I go to Guts Over Fear. It’s a gym.” That’s underselling it.
You get to say things like, “Sorry, I can’t tonight. I’m getting choked out by a accountant named Steve.” It’s a magical sentence.
The gym also has a rule: you must high-five everyone after class. Everyone. Even the guy you just fake-punched in the head. It turns enemies into friends in seconds.
