Summer is here and so are the fatasses Summer is short and sweet in my neck of the woods, so like everyone else I was glad to be outside and enjoy the sun and the warmth. And so were the fats. Everywhere. This weekend was one of the biggest spring running events in my country. Of course the fats are out "running" a half marathon.  The worst are the pigs who think they're fast so they position themselves at the front of the starting corridor only to block everyone else half a mile from the start once the race really begins as the crowd thins out. Of course there's also three of them, so no-one can get past on narrower streets and they look really upset if you end up brushing against one of them while passing.  Then there are the pigs who joined a running school but never bothered to shed the weight, who can actually run for about half the race - and then they get tired or their feet start hurting and they just walk. I'm relatively slow for a runner (9.5 min/mile) and I saw several of these running school pigs as I passed them by, wearing their school logo shirts that are stuck between their numerous folds. And last but not least - the fats who think they are hot shit so they come to run a half maraton in booty shorts and bras. It's disgusting and  it hurts to look because those thighs and armpits are going to be chafed to hell by the time they finish. It's not easier when cycling either, there's a street in my town where the pedestrians walkway is separated from the bike lane by a white stripe. The bike lane also has pictures of bicycles painted on it so everyone should be able to tell the lane is meant for bikes. The street is at an about 8% incline so quite easy to cycle up or walk it up, whatever. The fats obviously always waddle up with their bikes. As I'm coming down from the top of the hill, there's a fat walking her bike in the middle of the bike lane. There are some people walking on the pedestrians side so I can't swerve without losing my speed and making people uncomfortable, so I'm trying to get the beast to move to the side she should be on. She looks right at me as I'm coming towards her.. and does nothing. I can't get past her. "HEY!" I yell, she looks at me and does nothing. "HEY YOU MOVE NOW" I shout and finally the words breach the layer of fat blocking her brain and she slowly rolls to the pedestrian side and I go past. TL;DR fats stay at home