And in the department of "horrifying ideas": If it wasn't bad enough to work out in close proximity to that hairy sweaty stinkbomb dripping sweat all over the elliptical machine, my native countrymen (or at least a couple of gym owners who fit into that group) have decided that we might like to see that in its birthday suit. Um...in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, "there's good naked and there's bad naked". When imagining what "Naked Sundays" might look like vis-a-vis "downward facing dog" in yoga class, squats, the Stairmaster, and the weight machines, I can safely say that this belongs in the latter category. Quelle horreur!