A few years ago, I thought it would be hilarious to write up a sketch portraying an imaginary fitness craze to sweep the fit yet fickle Los Angeles.

I thought the perfect workout for my purposes would be the obviously ridiculous combination of yoga and boxing—or some other inane pairing of clearly incompatible workouts.

And then, I spotted the “Pilates Piloxing” studio. Turns out the joke’s on me.