Gym fats **RANT** So I've held back from posting gym fat encounters, but I have to let the hate out.  I FUCKING HATE gym fats taking up space, sweating all over, and generally stinking up a gym.  I pulled two hours of resistance training today, two hours, I smelled terrible.  As I'm finishing out abs, here comes this gym fat, fresh through the door and plops down on a bike near me (just the way this gym is set up).  I thought "no big deal, I smell like a filthy hobo after two hours"  WRONG  Her smell immediately covered my 2 hour BO.  Her stink, fresh from the hole she crawled out of to come into the gym was worse than mine after two hours.  Prior to that I was doing legs.  I start with squats and move into things like leg press so I get the most from free weights.  I push 230lbs on leg press, which I know isn't impressive but legs have been a long forgotten ordeal in my routines and I have started to enjoy working them out.  This sweaty gym fat (not the same one) watches me, vulturing the leg press station.  After I knock out my sets and clean up my station he waddles over, puts 180 on it and presses it.  Afterwards he looks over to me and gives me this look, like "that's how it's done".  I'm thinking, I weigh 153lbs, you weigh 250lbs at least, and I'm still out-pressing you, what the fuck are you so smug about?  Of course he doesn't wipe down the machine when he's done.  This pissed me off though, so I followed him around and out-lifted everything he did until he left.  That's right fat-ass, half your size but much stronger. Final one, I promise.  Then the other day I'm doing sit-ups on the decline bench (argue effectiveness all you want, I like doing them so until it becomes a problem I'm not stopping).  I get into a good rhythm.  I'm going until I can't move.  I close my eyes and keep going until I can't take the burn any more.  I lay back.  Suddenly I'm in a cloud of mysterious stench.  Like the smell of wet dog shit and Febreeze.  I couldn't fight my instincts and I open my eyes...  to the underside of a blubberbeast standing not 6 inches from my head.  I was frozen in horror.  This 300 lbs monstrosity acted like I wasn't even there, being traumatized by it's massive ham hocks shadowing out my entire field of vision.  It remained there talking to whomever would speak to it.  It was like being trapped while waiting for it to sit on me.  HOLY FUCK.  I'm so tired of these creatures. end rant. TLDR; Horror stories about gym fats.  I wish gyms had thin door frames.