I go to the gym for older people. Meaning, older than me. I’m one of the very youngest members. The reason this is our gym is that it’s the only place in town with a sauna, and N loves his sauna.
The gym has a new owner, and finally somebody smart is managing the place. Instead of young and super buff personal trainers, they hired people in their 50s and 60s with normal bodies. They are obviously fit but they don’t look like cartoons promoting steroids.
The receptionists are also older and mostly quite heavy. It’s actually very motivating to be greeted by a gym receptionist who is 50lbs heavier than you. It’s like, hey, I can do this! I don’t even have that much weight to lose.