Funny, I too was invited to work out in Erik's garage. The instructions he gave me took me down a winding country road with almost no lights to speak of. I don't think anyone lives that far out, or at least I didn't at the time. I was just about to turn back when I saw his "house" in the clearing. [img]https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iYK7SK_ZDI/VsDN47tjwYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LWOcqUyr6AU/s1600/15.08.29.1.JPG[/img] Against my better judgement I decided to be polite and knock on the door. "Little" Erik (he was 6'8 and weighed at least 400 lbs by my recollection) opened the door and walking me inside towards the "fitness room". What was in there was appalling, a dirty rusted up toilet, a toddler's trike with a computer monitor tied to the handlebars, and some rusted up scrap metal he called weights, but I didn't want to be rude so I feigned a simple workout while I planned my escape. I must not have been paying much attention, I was a little freaked out, because Erik slipped away for a moment and came back looking like this (I managed to snap a picture): [img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ov3oKe7mBZo/maxresdefault.jpg[/img] He kept saying "now the real workout can begin" and throwing ants all over me. I couldn't take it anymore and took off the "workout chains" he threw on me earlier, and made my escape. The whole time he was chasing my car and crying before I finally lost him and got back home. I don't think Little Erik cares about working out at all, and I highly discourage anyone from going to his garage for sets and reps. This Little Erik guy is kind of a jerk!