Shaming fatty at the gym So I have been going to the gym daily for about 6 weeks, feels great, but then my coworkers spread around some cold/flu thing and today I have to stay home because a) I can hardly move as it is and b) I don't want to spread the sickness to other gymgoers. But yesterday I convinced myself that I felt good enough to just walk on the treadmill for about 20 minutes. I was wrong, but at least I didn't faint/vomit/cough all over everything. Anyway, a fat cow was getting onto a treadmill just as I as entering the gym. The weigh scale just happens to be beside the treadmills, and the fatty was the closest to it. I stepped on to make sure I haven't been losing weight, see my usual 140 (5'11) and get onto the treadmill next to ham. Before I get on, ham is going at pace 0.6 which is not even a walking speed. There is a good three second pause between her (?) steps. She sees me get on the treadmill, and I go to 1.5 which is hardly a walking speed but my fucky heart is already at 160bpm from being weaker than usual and I'm not even supposed to get it over 130 if I can help it. Cardiologist's orders etc. Anyway, ham looks over at me which I see from the corner of my eye as I am increasing that speed, and it furiously starts pounding on it's own button to get to 2.0. 2.0 is the same walking speed as walking around a grocery store trying to remember what was on that list you forgot at home. I smile to myself because it seemed that she was trying to "race" me and get a higher speed. That was easy since I was going so damn slow myself, but I was in a state where if I turned my head too far in one direction I'd begin to faint so I'm not going to worry about it. The fatty adjusted her speed so she was just a few points ahead of me, the sickly, dizzy, pale-faced cardiomyopathy patient who has no business being out of bed, possibly to prove how healthy and fit fatties are compared to skinny people. She left after 9:47minutes, I saw on her machine.  I continued on for my 20 minute mark trying not to fall over because it's rude as hell to inconvenience the people around you with something entirely preventable, drag my ass home, and get a hell of an ab workout from coughing up slimey yellow demons. Pretty sure that somewhere out there is a fatty patting herself on the back thinking "haha, I can waddle faster than a sick person, I am so fit and strong. I guess skinny doesn't equal healthy after all! teehee." Btw, it was an awful pear-shaped thing, that is, if pears had two fupas instead of two breasts. Wearing $100's worth of lulu lemon gear despite working out for less that 10 minutes, if you can even call that working out. TLDR: fatty proves HAES is real by winning in a waddle race against a sickly shitlady who is probably dying or something. ps send soup