Stepping through the automatic doors of "Ironhaven," Noah and Arthur were immediately assaulted by a wave of invigorating energy. The air crackled with the rhythmic thrum of techno music, punctuated by the satisfying clang of weights and the encouraging shouts of trainers. The entire space buzzed with the purposeful activity of people dedicated to self-improvement.
Directly ahead, a vast expanse of gleaming weight machines stretched as far as the eye could see. Rows of barbells, dumbbells, and kettlebells gleamed under the strategically placed spotlights, each weight meticulously racked and ready for use. A dedicated cardio area pulsed with activity - treadmills whirred at various speeds, occupied by runners lost in their own zones. Elliptical trainers moved with smooth, fluid motions, their occupants pedaling away with determined expressions. Spin bikes, arranged in a semi-circle, hosted a high-intensity class, the instructor barking out instructions over pulsing electronic music.
