Within a city such as Lamenolai, businesses of various types could be found. Touristic buildings, cultural areas, parks, restaurants; natives of Lamenolai and foreigners alike could enjoy the city. Even to those who lived here, it felt like there was always at least one place they hadn't had a chance to see yet.
Amidst all the businesses, one particular little one was slowly growing. It had started out as a modest, small one-floor gym in a quieter corner of town. Over time, many had come to like the friendliness of the place and the owner, and more subscriptions had lead to expansions. Although it wasn't the only gym in the whole city, this one seemed to be a sort of favorite to those who visited and frequented it. From its modest start, it was now a larger two-story gym.
The layout inside started out with the reception area; the receptionist, usually one of the trainers of the gym, welcomed those who entered. A tiny chip was required to pass through and into the gym; every member received one upon registering with the gym. Scanning the chip allowed the person to walk onward and see the gym for themselves. Of course, those who dwelled by the reception just a bit longer would see a number of pamphlets for private lessons, private trainers, public classes, towels, and many more.
First, past the reception, were the bathrooms and the changing rooms: one side of the women, and the other for the men. On the first floor were all the weight machines; large and tall windows had a nice view of the streets outside, and a large, wall-wide mirror at the end of the room allowed the athletes to see themselves as they exercised, to make sure they had the right posture.
On the second floor, which could be reached by going up the stairs, had all the cardiovascular machines; treadmills and bicycles were there, along with a variety of other machines. That same floor also had a few rooms, which were used for private lessons and group classes. A few televisions hung from the ceiling and walls here and there, which showed news about sports or the world in general. Finally, to add to the gym environment, music was playing throughout the building to motivate the people hard at work.
It was a cozy little gym; not much compared to bigger, more expensive ones, but it offered service and friendliness, along with very affordable prices. All those things alone were enough to earn a good amount of loyal customers.
And even amongst the customers, were those who worked at the gym, too.
It was part of his daily life to come here and to take care of himself. He was stronger in muscular exercises, but he could hold his own on a treadmill as well. Still, his muscular, bulky body did indicate that he spent far more time on the first floor than on the second.
He wasn't a body-builder nor intimidating, but his arms had nice forms to them, which were easy to see thanks to the small tank top he was wearing for his training; and no beer belly to be seen, despite how fitted the top was. The only thing that could give him an intimidating look was perhaps his height, since he reached well above six feet; past that, his skin was surprisingly pale — almost white. He stood out in a crowd, but he wasn't one to swim in the attention.
He took short breaks after a few repetitions; he took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and to look around to check out the customers. It was good to see the gym active and booming. It especially motivated him to see overweight or thin customers; they were making a hard, terrifying step in their lives, but he was proud to say his gym was where they wanted to start the journey.
When not taking a break, it was back to the weights. Every day was pretty similar; not exciting, but at least not a chore to get through.
Amidst all the businesses, one particular little one was slowly growing. It had started out as a modest, small one-floor gym in a quieter corner of town. Over time, many had come to like the friendliness of the place and the owner, and more subscriptions had lead to expansions. Although it wasn't the only gym in the whole city, this one seemed to be a sort of favorite to those who visited and frequented it. From its modest start, it was now a larger two-story gym.
The layout inside started out with the reception area; the receptionist, usually one of the trainers of the gym, welcomed those who entered. A tiny chip was required to pass through and into the gym; every member received one upon registering with the gym. Scanning the chip allowed the person to walk onward and see the gym for themselves. Of course, those who dwelled by the reception just a bit longer would see a number of pamphlets for private lessons, private trainers, public classes, towels, and many more.
First, past the reception, were the bathrooms and the changing rooms: one side of the women, and the other for the men. On the first floor were all the weight machines; large and tall windows had a nice view of the streets outside, and a large, wall-wide mirror at the end of the room allowed the athletes to see themselves as they exercised, to make sure they had the right posture.
On the second floor, which could be reached by going up the stairs, had all the cardiovascular machines; treadmills and bicycles were there, along with a variety of other machines. That same floor also had a few rooms, which were used for private lessons and group classes. A few televisions hung from the ceiling and walls here and there, which showed news about sports or the world in general. Finally, to add to the gym environment, music was playing throughout the building to motivate the people hard at work.
It was a cozy little gym; not much compared to bigger, more expensive ones, but it offered service and friendliness, along with very affordable prices. All those things alone were enough to earn a good amount of loyal customers.
And even amongst the customers, were those who worked at the gym, too.
It was part of his daily life to come here and to take care of himself. He was stronger in muscular exercises, but he could hold his own on a treadmill as well. Still, his muscular, bulky body did indicate that he spent far more time on the first floor than on the second.
He wasn't a body-builder nor intimidating, but his arms had nice forms to them, which were easy to see thanks to the small tank top he was wearing for his training; and no beer belly to be seen, despite how fitted the top was. The only thing that could give him an intimidating look was perhaps his height, since he reached well above six feet; past that, his skin was surprisingly pale — almost white. He stood out in a crowd, but he wasn't one to swim in the attention.
He took short breaks after a few repetitions; he took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and to look around to check out the customers. It was good to see the gym active and booming. It especially motivated him to see overweight or thin customers; they were making a hard, terrifying step in their lives, but he was proud to say his gym was where they wanted to start the journey.
When not taking a break, it was back to the weights. Every day was pretty similar; not exciting, but at least not a chore to get through.