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Two memorable ones:
A little old lady making about 1mph with a stick looking at me puffing down the town path and saying kindly 'Don't overdo it.'
An overweight couple again going at a steady snails pace, seeing me in about mile 9 of a half marathon, calling out 'Is it worth it?"
Not an insult and as I can run I walk with Nordic Poles and I have had from someone walking towards me- 'The Snow get deeper about 100mtr further one' it was about 28 in the shade!
Oh how it made I laugh.
My friend and I were running the other day, in a residential area. It was really cold and snowy, so a couple standing in their garage applauded and kept yelling "good for you!". It was a great feeling...
On the other hand, that same friend experienced two guys driving past her yelling "heffer!"... now, that is not very nice.
I don't know what I would do if someone actually insulted me while I was out trying to be active, healthy, and fit.
Only one I had was at the end of a hard run with a bit of a sprint finish I was puffing away catching my breath and as a car drove by one youngish lad shouted out the window " you need to ease off the pies mate". A bit obvious but it made me smile all the same.
Not an insult, but I ran several km of a 10k race behind a woman called Eileen, who had her name on her shirt. Every so often someone would should come on to her, then the people around would burst into song.
I was quite sorry when she slowed down and I overtook her.
Passed a nasely, junky looking, lay about type whilst running around the park. After screeching at her offspring to hurry up as i ran past, she made out with the remark, "Lets jog like the man in they .......lycra troosers". Without hesitation or drop in pace, i turned the head a rebutted "Looks like you could be doing with pulling the Lycra on, ya fat bint". Her reaction was priceless. "eh......seeee youuuu!!!!!!". I Lol'd.
I was on a training run at the local sports centre when a group of three or four gorgeous young ladies were watching from the side as I ran past. One gave me a smile and said a flirtacious 'hiya', I was on cloud nine for one second until I heard her friend say 'You can't Charlie, he looks just like your Dad!!!'
Spark - sounds like you were in Dundee. Great city.
I often get 'nice shorts' - which is a nice comment from a shapely gal, but slightly worrisome from a hairy-arsed bloke.
There has to be a link to the No Toes story.
My favourite from when I did the Portland Marathon: 'it's not sweat! It's just your awesomeness coming out!' Kept me smiling for miles.
Another one that made me smile was when I was out running in some pretty horrible rain, and a bus driver who passed me almost each day, stopped to tell me he admired my dedication... Which kinda put a halt to any thoughts of asking for a lift LOL.
I've been pretty lucky really.
Years ago, I had a Harringey Council bin lorry and team cheer me on my long run. Following my planned route I found I'd run away them then we'd meet again about 15 mins later. I think after an hour they were quite impressed.
I had the obvious "Run, Forrest, Run" while passing a bored group of teens in a tiny village in the Highlands.
I found the 'wobbling arse cheeks' yelled from a car in London the harshest. They were merely undulating in time with my steps.
Running along the towpath last year, I run passed a group of park-bench drinkers. I got a shout that really summarises the mentality... 'Go Lance Go'. Clearly I had no counter-reply, but his companions set about correcting his sporting knowledge as I ran out of ear-shot! I think I didnt stop smiling the whole way home.
Until earlier this week it was nothing more than the usual 'get those knees up' nuggets of orginality from local pre-teens. I was running up the main street on Wednesday night and a charming young man hanging out of the window of a people carrier called me a 'stupid slut'
I can usually let the piss taking comments roll off me but I thought that was just nasty and uncalled for.
Never had any real insults whilst on the run apart from the usual mouthy chavs, but I very often get abuse on the bike. My all time favourite was "get of the roads you twat hat" whilst attempting to mate his wing mirror with my brake lever. Its amazing the damage a well used cleat can do to a rear wing ......
Just this lunchtime I ran past a complete stranger who called me a 'chav '!
Is it possible to be a chav if you're in your mid 30s, married and an accountant?
Did you have your Burberry leggings on?