West 67th street between Columbus and Central Park West is one of Manhattan’s prettiest tree-lined blocks, and was once home to one of New York City’s most venerable sports clubs, The Reebok Sports Club NY. I arrived at this club in late 2012 for the first time as a young Wall Street financial analyst. In keeping with the gym’s genteel old world meets new world character, nearly all of its male patrons wear a jacket and tie, and of course, so did I.
Now, this is something that I expect none of the young blood monkeys to understand. I am talking about a legendary place. In fact, gym isn’t the word, and neither is sports club. This place was special, and not just to me.
For $215 a month, some would consider it a steep price for entry, but certainly not to buy happiness,
As you walked through its gilded doors, awaiting you was a rock-climbing wall, tread-milling trophy wives, and a dizzying array of yoga classes. But what made this place special was indeed the details: The Audemars Piguet clocks that adorned the walls. The lightly lavender scented iced towelettes to cool your face after a jog. The executive dressing room at an additional $250 a month. And, of course, The Kiehl’s bath amenities.