Witnessed at the Gym: Glorious Older Shitlady So I go to the gym 5-6 times / week. 4-5 if I'm being lazy. Sunday is normally my rest day - I almost never go on Sundays. I've been a member at my gym for about 4.5 years, so I know almost everyone who is a regular - and thankfully now that it's May, the Resolutioner crowd is gone. Now, I am blessed to go to a fairly pricey gym, and pricey gyms in LA tend to have fewer fats and death fats. However, I went yesterday, and it turns out there are a number of Butterhams "working out" on Sundays. Anyway....they waddled around doing horrible things to the equipment as per normal while the trainers did their best to not sneer.  The glory of the day came when I was done with my run and I went over to the mat to foam roll. There was an older woman there who was in excellent shape - like easily in the top 0.05% of all 60 somethings. Wearing a bright yellow top and black shorts. She's there w/ her kettle bell while I foam roll.  Over waddles a deathfat. This deathfat thing I'm going to assume identifies as "female" from its offensively bright pink workout top - naturally bursting at the seems. Its probably in its 20's - hard to tell age w/ butterhams. It comes over to the mat and starts "stretching." She naturally reeks of something incomprehensible. The elderly shitlady looks over at me, rolls her eyes, and stands up. I'm thinking to leave - but gloriously no. She goes into a handstand, holds it, then puts her legs out into the splits - not like forward-backward - but like splits on the ground, then holds out her left arm parallel to the ground, and hold that for a while.  The butterfat got so visibly triggured it got up and left - when I say got up I naturally mean it rolled over to the railing and used that to lever itself up. So much respect for this woman.