Introducing Stinky Sweaty Man; hopefully you’ll never make his acquaintance
There’s a new member in my stable of characters at the Y and I just have to tell you about him today. Oy this guy shall be referred to, henceforth, as Stinky Sweaty Man.
It takes a lot for a person at the Y to make it onto my radar. Usually it’s because the person and I have an unspoken interaction and that person has pissed me off. As you may know, I don’t speak to anyone during my workout.
After I drop the kids off in Child Watch I am a heat-seeking missile headed to the elliptical machine or the next weight machine on my list. There’s no eye contact if I can help it.
As you might guess, there are always the regulars who I see but who co-exist without incident in my exercise ecosystem. I’m totally cool with those people and everything is copacetic. But then you have those few people who stand out.
Muriel is the woman I write about most — she’s the 70-something dynamo who turns that mother out on the elliptical machine. I don’t know if that’s really her name, but that’s what I have dubbed her. She and I engage in an endurance race every time we meet. Sadly, she usually wins.
Incidentally, I haven’t seen her in a good couple of weeks. When there’s an absence like that I wonder if she has died. But soon after that I tend to see her in the gym.
There are two other members in the cast — Yoga Betch and The H Bomb. I avoid those two because they piss me off for different reasons.
Yoga Betch stretches in the middle of the hallway obstructing the hooks for keys and coats. She will not respond to “Excuse me” and uses the width of the entire opening. After standing there saying “Excuse me” louder and louder I ended up having to step over her outstretched legs to get to the other side.
The H Bomb passes gas every five to seven minutes while using the elliptical machine.
Yesterday I met Stinky Sweaty Man.
I was in the last row of elliptical machines and there were at least three open machines to my left, one open machine to my right. He was supposed to get on a machine to my left leaving one open machine between us. But instead he took the machine next to me on the right.
That was mildly annoying right there, but I tried to ignore him. It was the start of my workout and I was on the machine for possibly two minutes when he got there. But so far, so good. Roughly two minutes into his workout I noticed a stench.
It was three-layered, this stench. The first was smoke. I was really amazed that such a heavy smoker was working out, but maybe he’s working on his New Year’s resolutions. If it was just smoke I smelled I wouldn’t be writing this today.
The second, more potent layer of the stench was nasty, terrible BO. I felt like I was living in that dude’s arm pits and crack. It was terrible. It was the type of smell that smacks you in the head and makes you want to screw up your face and then bury your nose in your own armpit to stop the smell.
And the last layer, very faint and only present 10% of the time, was some sort of deodorant attempting to mask the smell.
I’ll be the first one to tell you I sweat like a pig at the Y and I know I don’t walk out smelling like a rose. But there’s a difference between standard sweat and three-day-old BO plus sweat. After breathing mostly through my mouth, I made it to 30 minutes on the elliptical and then I had to leave.
Usually I go 60 minutes but his machine was also set to 60 minutes and he was only two minutes behind me in his workout. I knew I couldn’t last another half hour breathing in his BO.
So I wiped down my machine and settled in on the last open recumbent bike. I wasn’t about to sit next to him again.
And damn if that effer didn’t get off the elliptical machine 30 seconds after I sat down on the bike. I was livid. The worst part is that I thought it would be rude to stop my workout on that elliptical machine just to move to another machine to get away from him!
So I did my 30 minutes on the bike and then went back to the ellipticals to finish 30 minutes over there. But you better believe I scanned the gym to see where he was before I got back on the elliptical machine. He was gone. Effer.
Would you have walked away from him once you identified that nasty smell and chosen another elliptical machine for the rest of your workout? Would you have moved to a treadmill across the gym for a couple of minutes before going to the front row of elliptical machines?
Can you report a stinky gym member to a Y employee? What was I supposed to do?
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I’m heading straight to the vacant front row — the row in front of the mirrors that no one wants to be in — for the rest of my life.









