All the reality shows we secretly love are back in full swing, and if you need another reason to stay tuned into these guilty pleasures, we’ve got your back: the Quaker reality TV streak seems to be going strong with Penn Dental student Ashley Hebert as a contestant on this season of The Bachelor.
We’d hate to reveal any spoilers for those of you slacking on your episodes, but last week’s chapter featured Ashley’s one-on-one date with bachelor Brad at a carnival. After a roller coaster ride and a mandatory heart-to-heart, our girl successfully snagged a rose and then examined Brad’s teeth…with her tongue. (Dentistry joke? Anyone?)
If you wanna see more of Ashley, stay tuned for next week’s episode (airing on Monday at 8 on ABC), or just check her out at Pottruck, where she’ll be teaching a Hip Hop class this semester. According to numerous gossip sites, dancing is Ashley’s planned “side-career.” What ever happened to hobbies?
Just when you thought you shared everything with Foursquare, along came the location “Pottruck Showers.” Dana T. is a fresh and so clean sophomore from Menlo Park, California who, when not showering, is avoiding old Asians.
UTB: What’s your favorite thing about the Pottruck Showers?
Dana T.: Going to work naked everyday is kind of fun.
UTB: Do you feel that foursquare has inspired you to be hygienic?
D.T.: Um, every once and a while, it has inspired me to wear pants. Lots of butts. But, I manage. Read the rest of this entry »
Tragically, jazzercise isn't among the offerings - might we suggest Zumba?
Attention fitness gurus and lazy asses alike: all group exercise classes at Pottruck at completely FREE through July 2nd. If you have a valid PennID on hand (recent grads, we think this still includes you), just waltz right in and take a trial run of that Body Pump class you’ve been too stingy to indulge in. If you’re the more aggressive type, we suggest taking the next step to Body Blitz, and if that doesn’t do it for you, try BODY COMBAT! Spinning is also being offered, which (we hear) is great if you’re a mom. Check out the full class listings and schedule here.
With all this sunshine, it’s just too easy to play on the word “spring.” Last weekend, father time told us to “spring forward.” And we’re all looking forward to that (sexual or intoxicated or both) “spring fling” in the coming month. So, it’s no surprise Pottruck joined in. Tomorrow night’s Late Night event at Pottruck, “Spring into Fitness,” features new releases of the unnecessarily capitalized (but necessarily intensified) “BODYPUMP” and “BODYCOMBAT” workouts.
Gym rats, rejoice. If free BODYCOMBAT doesn’t get you going, we’re not sure what does. For the rest of us, the timing of this free workout session is prime–especially considering how many calories will likely be consumed today.
We couldn’t help noticing this sign as we dragged our feet into Pottruck this morning. We knew the gym offered classes and games, but Guitar Hero? Not much info appears on the sign, but if you’re interested you can email firstname.lastname@example.org. As for us? We’re holding out until they can spring for Rock Band.
The 2009 Ivy Stone gets placed on the side of Pottruck.
In our own version of Gawker Stalker, as per a tipster: “Just saw Amy Gutmann on Walnut between 37th and 38th holding hands with her husband Michael Doyle. They were on their way from Pottruck, and yes, she is wearing a cutout black leotard and white basketball shorts.”
And we always assumed her manse had a gym.
One of our tipsters caught these spandex-and-boa-rocking Mask & Wig pledges doing some push-ups outside Pottruck. Usually we go inside to work out, but if you’re used to having an audience, we guess this is as high-visibility as your exercise can get.
"Maybe it would be easier to stop having sex if I wore pants."
Every couple of months, I swear off men. It usually happens not when I’ve actually been with someone, but when I’ve invested time and energy planning our hypothetical future together. Alas, despite our color-coordinated sweaters, it ends, sadly, with him hooking up with an acquaintance one of my guy friends has been into (see Second Hand Hook Up). I’ve had friends yell at me to “DISENGAGE;” to find faults rather than plan when he’ll meet my parents. This is when I’ll make the public service announcement that I’m done with boys at Penn, only to make out with someone twenty minutes later.
Only once did I officially declare BAV status. BAV, short for “Born Again Virgin,” is when a generally promiscuous individual (or sexually open, at minimum) makes a conscious decision to refrain from any sexual activity whatsoever. Suddenly, all complications are gone. Text messages don’t cause seizures, and your friends’ boy troubles sound idiotic. You roll your eyes, and promise a field trip to the Pleasure Chest tomorrow, complemented by Naked Chocolate, or Capogiro. Maybe all three -– I’m a crazy kid. Read the rest of this entry »
The start of a new school year means new freshmen, new buildings, and (for some people) a chance to reveal the plastic surgery they got over the summer, but it also means new machines at Pottruck! We snuck our cell phone into the gym so we could get some pictures.
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