I hate sweating, but I love to schvitz. But I also know that sitting in a steam-filled room as the temperature reaches 190 degrees is about more than just sweating out the bad stuff. My weight and impressive body hair pale in comparison to some of the guys who frequent the place. I wish I had a schvitz gang—a group of guys I know I’ll bump into when I go to sweat. We’d all be better off if we sat in a room together, taking in some steam, sweating out our problems.