I have been frequenting this ultra-cool club about 3 - 4 times a week since coming here.
No, it is not a club in the sense of the word where you go and make a pouty face to really cool techno music. This is actually my gym.
Club Francesco Conti is on Corso Como which is one of the main shopping/fashion/see and be seen streets in Milan. My Italian friends have told me it is more of a place to go and pose rather than workout. It is surprisingly shitty for such a high-end gym.
Italian workout culture is non-existent. First of all, I am ridiculously ripped, but if I am the biggest guy in the gym at all times, there is something seriously wrong.
I am convinced that European gyms are nothing more than an excuse for old leathery tan Italian men and women to go and walk around naked in the locker room. That or a place for homosexual men to go and pick each other up. I think they are the only ones who care about their physique here. Does that make me gay while in Europe?
Anyway, the gym equipment is basically worse than my middle school's. AND to make matters worse they only use the metric system. I am benching something like 10 kilos nowadays...it's emasculating.
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