home gym

Last spring, I hit a wall. My garage gym had become a hazard zone. A full rack of fixed dumbbells lined one wall — 10s, 15s, 20s, 25s, 30s, 35s, 45s — and navigating around them was a workout in…

Last spring, I had a client — a 38-year-old dad named Marcus — who kept missing his upper body sessions. His gym commute was killing his consistency. So I told him to grab a doorway pull-up bar and do three…