Mike's Maximum Effort Gym

About the Gym

Deep in the subterranean levels of my house lies a proving ground where excuses go to get roundhouse-kicked in the face. Welcome to Mike's Maximum Effort Gym: an underground lair where the iron is heavy, the music is loud, and the sweat is mandatory. It’s not some fancy, corporate mega-gym with eucalyptus-scented towels and juice bars. It’s a gritty, glorious sanctuary dedicated to moving heavy things and looking unreasonably good in spandex.