The gym floor is massive. I’m talking big enough to lose a small car in, though I wouldn’t recommend trying. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in so much natural light you’ll forget you’re sweating indoors. It’s almost criminal how bright it is—perfect for checking your form in the mirrors, or just pretending you’re in a music video.
There’s a separate studio for classes, and a dedicated stretching area that’s like a zen den. Peaceful until someone drops a heavy dumbbell and the whole room goes “thump.” Part of the charm, I suppose.
The Equipment: Techy, But Not Intimidating
They have everything. Racks of free weights that go up to “why would a human lift that?” strength. Cardio machines with screens that let you stream Netflix, which is dangerous if you’re mid-episode and forget to pedal. I tried the concept2 rower, and it whispered sweet nothings about my split time. Rude, but accurate.
If you’re a beginner, don’t panic. The kettlebells are color-coded. Yes, really. It’s like adult Legos, but you’re building a stronger you instead of a castle.
