Return of the Brolic/Brawlic

So I finally made the trip to Frenchie's Gym off the Marcy Ave. train station in Williamsburg. I signed up for six months and got right to work. I'm approaching working out with the goal to lift and push less weight but by also increasing the number of reps. My triceps and pectoral muscles are feeling it right now.

About the gym now. The place is a living, breathing, sweating museum. Seriously. The equipment, most of it, is from another time but still gets the job done so one can't complain, unless, they are a prissy foreigner to New York City's blue collar neighborhoods. The walls are decorated with mirrors and above the mirrors an array of photos dating back to the 1970s when Williamsburg was a whole 'nother animal. What stood out to me were the Goldberg and Ultimate Warrior posters. There's no air conditionig system unless the wide open windows count. Regardless, there was a decent breeze coming through to prevent any kind air stagnation. The link at the beginning of this paragraph provides a much better breakdown of this relic. There's also clips on youtube that provide more insight into this, pardon the cliche, blast from the past, that has managed to survive the hipster invasion.

It's a gym that Rocky would work out in. It's also inexpensive. It's a place to work. Get brolic/brawlic!!!