I did not want to work out with Tracy Anderson. When I was invited to attend a workout with her last Friday morning, I frantically checked my calendar for some crucial crack-of-dawn meeting that would prevent me from saying yes. I want to be the kind of person who wants to go to an early morning, hard-core, fancy-lady workout. But, really I'm the kind of person who can barely handle NPR before 8 a.m., let alone a sports bra. When I called over my computer to announce the invite to fellow editors, I expected full support of my decision to turn down the invite and eat a bagel instead. Next time, I'll know to keep my mouth shut. Two days later, thanks to the enduring power of peer pressure, I was headed to Midtown at 7:30 a.m. in my fanciest workout pants.