City Fitness

I can't even begin to describe how important the weightroom is in my life. A week without gym time means a grumpy Chris and a month of deprivation is an absolute disaster. When I returned from my three month study abroad trip in Italy (no 'real' gym in sight) I was a wreck both physically and mentally. Friends and family who saw me at the time will probably recall the ghost of my former self that stepped off the plane. For the next several months I had to deal with PTSD-like symptoms while I recovered. My good friend Ben Allen bore the brunt (and consequences) of my "flippant" post-modern tirades and I can't thank him enough for his support.

So anyway, you can imagine that finding a good gym was one of my highest priorities this time around. I was prepared to commute an extra hour or more every day if necessary. But no, this time luck was on my side--bigtime. Just a few hundred meters down the road is City Fitness, one the few hard-core bodybuilding gyms in all of Denmark. This gym has contributed immensely to my quality of life here in DK and I honestly don't know what I would have done without it.

A good gym has all the necessary equipment and adequate space, and a great gym has all that and is populated with respectful and friendly lifters. Suffice it to say that City Fitness has been a great gym. A couple of tidbits: the big white guy with the glasses has won several amateur European championships and the black guy was an Angeleno for many years. I think every last one of them has made the pilgrimmage to Venice Beach.