Sergeant Sweat
It’s not your everyday sight: a grown man jogging-no, sprinting-behind a stroller, in which rests not a child but a boom box, blasting and pulsing, surrounded by kettle bells, towels and bottles of water. The man is screaming. He is leading a line of mostly women complying to his every wish and command. "Twelve sets of jumping jacks!" he barks. "Hit the ground for push-ups." It's a workout freak show.
But this man, John Wayman, is no ordinary man. He’s a cult leader, alpha dog, commander-in-chief. You get the point. When he says “30 squat thrusts,” you squat and thrust.. If you don’t, he might yell at you, or maybe even throw you out of class. He doesn’t call his roving gym Beantown Bootcamp for nothing.
Wayman, a Malden native, always loved oozing buckets of sweat. Soccer, football, baseball—he was on the field for all of them. He majored in physical therapy at North Shore Community College and still heads up a practice. But six times a week you can spot him running down Hanover Street, along the Esplanade and through the Financial District with a string of executives, firefighters, attorneys and stay-at-home mothers behind him (winters, they’re indoors at Basketball City). Not too much in common among them, except a zest for feeling good and fit—which, despite the occasional verbal venom (it’s all in good fun, says John), is the main mission. Move fast and hard through life, John says, you’ll be stronger for it…which for Sergeant Sweat here is the only way to run.
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