PureGym - Formerly Blink Fitness — Local services in New York

IMPROVEMENTS: The AC is mostly fixed. Tolerable. The cleaning is hit or miss. Still buckets around for water leaks from AC presumably. They are getting ready to install the pods for 24 access. Might be better to get the place up to decent standards first. Don't blame the staff though. They are doing what they can. This is management and owners who really don't seem to care about their product or their customers.

UPDATE: avoid this gym at all costs. The staff are still super friendly, helpful and competent. However the new owners have given up on the facility. No AC for two months. It’s a health hazard. City needs to shut them down.

And yes it has gotten dirty at times and there are leaks everywhere. Huge slip hazards.

New owners, Pure Gym, have even removed the massage guns. For what reason??? Folks we are going backwards not forward.

Again, kudos to the staff who are trying to do their best considering the circumstances. I run a business. If these was my transition team’s work I would fire them.

A Fantastic Gym with an Outstanding Trainer

I originally signed up with Blink Williamsburg, but after a frustrating experience trying to find a qualified personal trainer, I decided to check out Blink Stuy Heights instead. It was the best decision I could have made.

From the moment I walked in, I received a warm welcome. The staff is friendly, professional, and always willing to help. They keep the gym spotless, and the machines are consistently well-maintained. While it can get busy at peak hours—especially when trying to snag a bench—it’s a great facility overall. Bonus points for the excellent massage guns, which work wonders after a tough workout. The gym members are diverse, respectful and friendly.

But the real highlight of my experience at Blink Stuy Heights is my personal trainer, Edward Louis-Charles. He’s not just a top-notch trainer but also a licensed massage therapist and professional dancer, bringing an incredible depth of knowledge to every session. Edward is both approachable and encouraging, but make no mistake—he’s tough! He challenges me to push my limits in the best way possible. His ability to pinpoint small adjustments that make a huge difference in my form and comfort is truly impressive.

If you're looking for a great gym and an exceptional trainer, I highly recommend Blink Stuy Heights—and if you want the best,...

This is a great location compared to the other Blink locations—not super crowded during good times, good equipment and spread.

My major issue is the lack of equipment now that they’ve locked up 10+ machines for the eGym thing they’re trying to sell. For the first month or so I was able to use those machines on guest mode and now I can’t unless I cough up $10 extra monthly on top of my membership. Now there’s effectively only one leg curl, one leg extension, one regular leg press. This leads to multiple people waiting in lines and rotating out the same machines since they can’t use these eGym machines. Really sucks that Blink is doing this in the middle of inflation and an upcoming recession and limiting access to 10+ machines for a tracking service no one really wants to use. I would rather they just replace those with regular machines or give guest mode back since those signs are still up everywhere saying guest mode is an option and people are still confused trying to use them. Additionally machines break here a lot and take a long time to replace or fix.

Edit, took off another star for constant broken machines, and now the AC won’t work and is leaking everywhere. Working out on the second floor is like working out in a swamp. Bffr guys, can we...

🚨BEWARE🚨 This cursed gym WILL gaslight you if you complain. They respond to reviews to avoid fixing the real issues (see screenshots below)

It’s been 8+ weeks of hellish heat in this godforsaken place. I step in, fade into a haze, and pour sweat. Each workout tests the very limits of what the human body can withstand. I stagger toward the windows and bang like a caged animal, rabid for a single breath of fresh air, forgetting that every window is sealed shut. I stare at them blankly. The world beyond the glass is smothered in a fog. I write “SOS” with a shaky finger, but the message melts away before I can finish. It’s as if the gym itself is erasing my desperate cries for help.

Is there even a world outside of this place? I look around and see other alien bodies, red and slick with sweat, panting and wheezing in non-human ways.

Do I hear the distant hum of the heaters and hidden humidifiers? Surely not. Not on a 95 degree midsummer afternoon.

How long have I been here again? What workouts have I even done? I walk towards the staircase, barely conscious — each breath coating my saturated lungs with another layer of humidity and rot.

The world fades away and suddenly I’m on my walk home. What happened?

This place is NOT a gym. It’s...