Meh, the grunting doesn't bother. Pretty much the only pet peeve I have right now at the gym is the old guy (just always seems to be an old dude) who comes into the steam room with a gallon of cold water. Why? Because apparently the standard steam every few minutes to keep a nice relaxing sweat going at like 120 degrees just doesn't cut it for him. He's gotta dump so much cold water on the internal temp that it thinks it is 32 degrees in the room and has to furiously pump out steam for the next ten minutes and make it a deathly fog. My favorite part though: when everyone else inside finally can't stand being unable to see, unable to have a conversation, and feel like they are about to die and have to stumble out of the room, where is mr. cold water? Long gone as he is always the first one out. #### you, #######.