Oops, I Did It Again

Well, replace “did it” with “took Britney Spears’ favorite workout class” and “again” with “for the first time.”


In the Jan/Feb 2015 issue of Women’s Health Magazine, Britney Spears raves about the Totally Drenched class at Drenched Fitness, a group fitness studio in Westlake Village, a suburb about 30 miles away. Drenched Fitness held an event last week to capitalize on the unsolicited endorsement, and also to introduce a new feature in their classes, and guess who has two thumbs and landed an invite? This guy.


I wouldn’t say I’m a huge Britney fan, but her music is fun and catchy, and when her 2011 album Femme Fatale came out, I borrowed it from a friend and uploaded it to my iTunes. Two singles from the album, “I Wanna Go” and “Hold It Against Me” ended up on my workout playlist for a while, but the real gem is Track 6: “(Drop Dead) Beautiful.” On it, a guest rapper named Sabi simultaneously advocates for healthy eating while proclaiming her horniness:

Boy, boy, look at you

I wanna get get get next to you

Got me kinda hot but I ain’t sweatin’ you

Steam me like a pot full of vegetables.

Now those are lyrics, folks!

Britney wasn’t there that night, but the giant poster of her Women’s Health cover demanded a selfie with me. Who was I to say no?


I didn’t just come to mingle with cardboard representations of superstars, though. I came to sweat.

Britney is a regular at Drenched Fitness, and silly lyrics aside, that woman is in great shape, and, as the Women’s Health article points out, she doesn’t have a trainer. She’s in charge of her own fitness, which I admire, especially since it can’t be easy being a woman who is scrutinized by tabloids and gossip columnists whenever her weight fluctuates.

“I love this class,” Britney says in Women’s Health, referring to Totally Drenched. “It’s high energy and combines treadmill work with circuit training. Being in a group setting pushes me to work harder… If I want to feel like I’m really sweating, that’s what I do.”

Her description of the class is spot on. Totally Drenched is evenly divided between treadmills and floor work, much like the Barry’s Bootcamp classes I took last summer. The class I took was team-taught by Julie, who co-owns Drenched with her husband, Brandon, and another trainer, Skyler. I was in the group that started on the floor, doing stuff like planks, lunges, and crunches, and then we switched with the treadmill group, and ran on the treadmill, doing intervals and sprints. We switched back and forth a few times during the class, before finishing up with stretching.

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The best part of this class was that we were some of the first people to ever use Flexline, a new strength training system invented by Brandon, and installed at Drenched earlier that day. It’s pretty sweet. It’s a cable and pulley-based device that can be used in a variety of ways, but instead of having to stick a pin in a stack of weights, like you would at the gym, Flexline is computer-controlled, and you adjust the weight up or down by hitting one of two buttons on the handles. Here I am doing a chest press using Flexline:


(Thanks, Melissa, for taking that photo! Melissa also got me the invite to Drenched, and blogs over at The Valentine RD, so check her out!)

My introduction to Flexline was relatively brief, but it provided a great, customizable workout that was easy to use, and who doesn’t want that? Their plan is to integrate Flexline into all their classes, and it’d be fun to go back in a little while to get a more thorough Flexline experience.

The class, meanwhile, was killer. The strength training work on the floor (and with Flexline) incorporated the entire body, and treadmill sprints are always tough, especially on an incline, which we did. I ran 3.1 miles during that class, in addition to all the strength stuff, and believe me, I was sore the next morning! I also had a Britney song stuck in my head for 24 solid hours.

Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer,
Oh, womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer, baby
You, you, you are. You, you, you are
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer…

Keep it up, David!


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