I will tell you what kind of gym I want.
Imagine a tall mountain. At the top, it is bedewed with snow, cursed with rocky crags, and dead drops. You can easily lose your life climbing to the peak of this mountain. There is a route for vehicles, and a route for foot travelers. The wind blows hard there, and it is very cold. Snow often falls, and when a storm comes, the sky grows dark, the thunder rolls forth like the wrath of a Titan, and lightning strikes the peak, sometimes setting loose a rockfall.
Now. Nestled in the peak of this mountain is a fortress with walls five meters thick, crafted with stone hewn right from the mountain's side. A mighty oaken door is the only way in or out. There are small slits for windows, big enough for guns to poke through, or arrows if that's your style. On opening this massive door, you are greeted with with a grand hall, with tables of rough, knotted wood, and chairs made of similar stuff. Maids clad in the traditional uniform are on hand to serve you endless ale, wine, and water from the spring deep in the mountain. This is the place where you speak with friends, drink, and get ready to either work out or set off back home. Heavily armed men, with equally heavy weaponry, stand ready to help you out the door if you become too rowdy or if you're not a member. There is no music but occasionally a piper provides his services with the Great Highland Bagpipes.
You need to put away your stuff first before you can go down to the workout area. So, you enter the locker rooms and showers. Inside, there are steely, tall, large lockers, almost like safes, for you to place your belongings in. Slam or punch them all you want, they're thick enough to take a blow with a sledgehammer. You wonder what the showers are like, so you enter them. There are the usual bathroom facilities, toilets, urinals, and such, but all industrial grade. There is a bath filled with water straight from the underground spring, and showerheads that provide the same, pumped straight from below the room.
On exiting, you go down a stairwell. It is a long, curving, torchlit stair, carved right into the rock of the mountain, railed with steel. After a while of going down the stairs. you can see a faint red glow at the bottom. And then there you see it. The heart of the mountain.
Hollowed out enough to house many, the exercise equipment is kept. A pathway has been cut around the circumference of the mountain as a track for people to run on, and it is a long track indeed, one that sorely tests endurance. The equipment itself is like no other-it is forged from alloys of the greatest strength and the weights are hewn from stone, then carved smooth and reinforced and armored. You need not worry about dumbbell weights here-they go up to 300 pounds. The benches are flat stone, and yield no softness. It requires great strength just to lift the free weights. There are a few ordinary weights for the young and weak to use. A clear, cool spring of running water, straight from underground, is where you drink.
Circling the great pit of magma that heats the mountain's facilities, shielded by a heat collection device, there is a forge for the tougher souls to do metalworking by. The forge hammers are too heavy for ordinary people to lift, but at almost 100 lbs. a bodybuilder makes quick work of it. Here, sparks fly and the din of metal being hammered is an uproar.
And that is a true gym of the Gods. :head: