So how do you reconcile that with what we’re seeing here? From Sonny Liston and Mike Tyson, to Violence by John Varvatos, in just a few easy steps? Curious, I chatted with one of the guys in my Friday class as we stood in the back before it began, waiting for the nice older dude at the front desk to patiently wind the $10 American flag wraps around our hands. I asked him the standard questions: how he found out about the class (ClassPass), how old he was (26), and what he did (mechanical engineering).
“So what do you do, like, as a mechanical engineer?” I ask.
He looked at me. “How old are you?”
I told him.
“Oh,” he said. “Old enough to know what a mechanical engineer does.”
We avoided each other the rest of class.
As it turns out, there’s not a lot of reconciling that needs to be done anyway. For all of boxing’s macho associations, the vast majority of Overthrow’s clients are women in my demographic: mid- to late 20s. This might be because it’s positioned itself as the refreshingly gritty antidote to squeaky-clean, cult-ish fitness brands that we tend to self-select into, almost like Harry Potter houses: Ballet Beautiful, SoulCycle, Physique 57, AKT. But the less cerebral and perhaps more accurate explanation is that the instructors teaching my class are male models named Charlie and Julian, whose shirts are off, I swear to God, before the warmup is over.