Dear Gym Fat: You tried to ruin my workout but you failed. I haven't posted here since before fattit kicked us out but I'm too angry about this and need to vent.  There is a giant bucket of chum in my apartment complex that keeps trying to ruin my day. The first time was 2 weeks ago when I was running on the paved multi-use path around my complex. I talk on the phone while I jog a lot because it gives me an hour to catch up with long distance friends.  So I'm chugging along, chatting, when this pig fucker and his butter faced bride pass me on their bikes. As she goes by, Big Bertha hears me say something. Her ears are too full of fat to discern what. But she has to assume this skinny bitch called her fat. She stops her bike, yells "EXCUSE ME?!?!?!" and tries to block my way. I keep talking on the phone and ignore her because I don't talk to wild animals.  Fast foreward to last night: its 95+ degrees out and humid as fuck. I opted to use the treadmill in our complex gym since it was too hot for me (I'm a whimp about the heat). Well guess what? The treadmills.... have ruts in them. Obviously someone has been using this while over the weight limit. Fine. I hop on the elliptical.  10 minutes later, the slurpee sucker who yelled at me and her fat fucker of a boyfriend come in. Yupp, right to the treadmills. They're what destroyed it. Whatever. But then they turn on the television. They crank it up. It then, I shit you not, glares at me, and cranks it up further. Okay bitch, I get the message. You want to ruin my workout. Too bad. I sucked it up and ran outside. Because i what? Am willing to work hard for this body.