Survival of the Fittest
\”Drop and give me 50!\”
It\’s 8 a.m. Monday; red lights are blaring, and R&B is booming. I\’m sweating on the treadmill in a small studio in West Hollywood, along with 24 other people who are hoping Barry Jay will whip them into shape at Barry\’s Bootcamp — the hippest, hardest fitness class I\’ve ever encountered.