Fat ruins cycle class at the gym The other day I was at my evening cycle class at the gym. Fifteen minutes in and so far so good, everything is normal. Then it appears. This male fat must have been nearing 400 lbs. I don’t know how it found its way to the gym but I assume it got lost on its way to the buffet around the corner. It takes in the collection of easily accessible (well maybe not in its case) bikes and decides to wedge itself on the one right behind me, kicking my bike in the process. Does it apologize? Of course not. It just climbs on the poor bike with a weight limit of 250 lbs which miraculously didn’t crumble under the pressure. For the next twenty minutes of the remaining forty five it slowly pedaled, ignoring the instructors cues. Just pedaled as though going through molasses. If it needed a stationary bike that bad there were ones on the second level (but oh no stairs) that it could use instead of lumbering late into a class. Here’s the thing: in two minutes the most disgusting smell hits me. It had already begun working up a sweat behind me and the putrid odor pretty much choked me. Even better? Around the five minute mark it started to make this guttural moan/groan randomly for the rest the twenty minutes we were subjected to its presence. It was so loud that it replaced the music on the loud radio with its whale sounds and the instructor would pause for a moment in confusion.  Fats have absolutely no sense.