I’m lucky enough to have a gym at work, but depending on my split, I still have to train closer to home at the weekends.
For me, that means hitting-up my local 24 Hour Fitness.
Living way in the burbs, east of San Francisco, clientele at the gym skews older; quite a bit older, in fact.
At peak times, you still see groups of jocks congregating around the benching station, but by and large, the majority of the men and women are in their thirties, forties and fifties.
And you know what, a lot of them are pretty darn jacked!