Name: Fred and Cyndy
Location: Washington Heights
We call this the Workout Closet. It's a standard sized closet in our bedroom, but my husband has stashed most of our weights and various assorted exercise doodads in it. I am partly to blame for this mess. I told my husband that the only way we could have a bench in a Manhattan apartment was if he stashed it someplace inconspicuous.
Notice his feeble, yet semi-valiant attempt at making a hanging ceiling shirt rack. This freed the floor and the mid-section for the workout bench and various weights and punching implements.
This didn't last long as he grew tired of climbing the bench like the Swedish climber on The Prices is Right to grab button down shirts. I give him A for effort but clearly we need something a bit more practical.
Finally, our closet has also become a graveyard of sorts. There is a pile of parts and semi-broken appliances hanging out in there keeping the weights company.