Whales at the gym (don't read after or while eating) After taking a very long shower, I am here to share this vomit inducing story of what happened at the gym today. I am still working on my recovery from my surgery and it is taking a long time. My doctor has approved very limited exercises for me to do at the gym. These are things like swimming, yoga, and using the elliptical for no more than 10 minutes. This has made me be around the fats a lot more than usual. Today was my swim day and I had signed up for two classes, one fitness swimming (swimming laps, about 1 mile) and one class for flexibility and strength. First class is going great and I am a little sore but power through it because actually "working out" felt good! Then the second class. The instructor was a small fat, but for the class participants, there was on manatee, one whale, and two people (including myself). I had already done the first class so I was expecting to be a little slower, but once these three wobbled out I knew I was in for some shit, I just didn't know it was going to be literal shit. Mr. Whale has apparently done this class for the last nine years, so the small fat instructor relies on him to come up with what we will do next and which equipment to use. Me and the other human are perfectly fine doing everything the way we were instructed to do, full range of motion, number of reps, and timing. The manatee and whale barely moved their arms or legs the entire time. I stopped focusing on them as they were grossing me out until Mr. Whale asked for something. A noodle. A fucking noodle. Apparently treading water was getting too hard for him and he needed a floatation device.  He lifted his leg to put the noodle between them and I noticed something was wrong immediately. He moved towards the wall and I kept on swimming. I was coming back on my lap when I realized what happened. This fucking slob shit his pants and I was swimming through it.  I jumped out of the pool as fast as possible and ran to the shower and stood under it while everyone else slowly realized what happened. Everyone had to leave the pool and they had to shock it and put a ton of chemicals in. So, now there will be no classes tomorrow because it has to be closed for 24 hours. Looks like I will be at yoga. As long as I don't get shit on, it can't be as bad as today. The gym offered me one month free, two training sessions, and two free protein shakes as a way of trying to calm me down. I am so grossed out about this and probably will take another shower before bed. This is why I don't trust fats. So nasty. UPDATE