Tanner Garrity

5 days ago | insidehook.com | Tanner Garrity

I’ve belonged to eight gyms in the last 15 years. That’s a lot, I guess, but that period encompasses three states and different eras of my life: adolescent summers, the college years, various New York apartments. Anyway, at this point I feel completely comfortable walking into a gym. You know the stride of someone who’s never been to a particular restaurant before, but is positive they’re headed the right way for the bathroom? That’s sort of where I’m at.

5 days ago | sfgate.com | Tanner Garrity

Anyway, at this point I feel completely comfortable walking into a gym. You know the stride of someone who’s never been to a particular restaurant before, but is positive they’re headed the right way for the bathroom? That’s sort of where I’m at. Whether the locker room smells like eucalyptus or jockstraps, I find fitness centers to be predictable ecosystems, stuffed with the same rooms and tools.

1 week ago | insidehook.com | Tanner Garrity

Welcome to Cloud 9, our recurring series exploring what happiness really means — one person, and nine questions, at a time. Jonathan Leary is the founder and CEO of Remedy Place, a social wellness club with two locations in New York City, one in Los Angeles and a brand-new Boston facility that opened this spring.

1 week ago | insidehook.com | Tanner Garrity

“Thirty-five is the worst age,” Tom Hanks recently declared. “That time where your metabolism stops, gravity starts tearing you down, your bones start wearing off, you stand differently.” If the Great American Everyman says it, it must be true. But I took a peek at the science just to be safe. A Nature Aging study, published in August 2024, studied the “nonlinear dynamics” of aging and observed “substantial dysregulation” at two chronological ages: 44 and 60.

2 weeks ago | insidehook.com | Tanner Garrity

I’ve spilled coffee on myself on two commutes in the last two weeks. I’m about to turn 30 — what the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I’m filling the Yeti a little too aggressively. Maybe the drink holsters on my backpack (which is about to turn five) are starting to give way. Maybe I need to stop hauling ass up the subway stairs. At any rate, I’ve resolved to start walking with my tumbler firmly in my grasp.