Mine was. It had a pool table in the entrance too. I used to go to the gym on a Saturday morning to sweat out the hangover and chat shit with the others doing the same.

My friends was. It was a grotty thing in the basement. It was primarily about the equipment. It was a lifting gym. The folk that went there would hang out, help each other, and talk plenty. They all had a common interest: lifting. They also thought people like me in my gym above were posers. That’s fine too.

Not everyone uses a gym the same way. Not all gyms are the same.