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We all achieve things and work hard for our goals, they all dress the same and are mouthy. We're the winners, even if we have to walk away from annoying little gits. HURRAH FOR US. Don't give up everyone, just be as safe as you can without turning into a hermit.
I run with music so don't hear most comments!
Even when I don't run with my MP3, I've not had anything nasty said. I get the usual wolf whistles and beeping horns, but I've had those when I'm just walking down the street since I was 13. Just about the worst thing that has happened to me when I was running was being knocked flat by a playful labrador on the beach, but that was more funny than anything, if slightly embarassing and painful.
People say quite nice things usually, often old blokes say "I wish I could shift that quick" or "You're making me feel guilty".
Once got to the top of a savage hill (my personal nemesis) after a few walking stops, and felt guilty for not running the whole way. A woman walking her dog stop and said she wished she was fit enough to run up and weel done. I felt as if I'd really achieved something even though i hadn't done as well as I felt I should have.
i put it down to me being just another victim of (or)gang(ic) culture
taxi.....
Ive been spat at, swerved at, had stuff thrown out of a car at me and a couple of months ago some irate bloke threatened me with an iron bar.
I just ignor kids, its not worth the hastle but next time anyone does anything to me like in the 1st sentance im going to say nothing, ask no questions but simply walk up and punch them in the face as hard as I can and kick the $hit out of them, im sick and tired of being the passive unassuming runner thats a target for any idiot to abuse. Dont care if I get hurt or get in trouble with the police ive had enough.
Oh and I decided the above after the Ironbar incident, though I didnt report it to the police for fear of reprisals. He first offered me out with his fists and seeing the size of me went to his boot for the bar. This is why next time ill be the one whos got suprise on his side and takes the initiative.
must
also
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w a r e y
of
other
runners....
Carl Barthorpe: Who r u calling Gay?
Friendly Jogger: Excuse me?
Carl Barthorpe: 'kin' tw@, I'll teach u. Think u can get in my way.
Friendly Jogger: please put the iron bar down.
how sad
I've run alone night and day (not every night and day - obviously) for 3 years and never had anything but nice stuff said to me
Used to live in Liverpool and was keenly aware I was darn sarf when I ran around to a mate's house with a novel in my hand and NO ONE made a single remark of the "you might go quicker if you didn't read on the way" or "is this a speed reading course" variety - would never have occurred in Sefton Park
do you reckon you lot could stop now please as i've only just started running and all of this abuse talk is making very nervous......
(note to self: start martial arts/boxing lessons)
seriously though i think this ind of behaviour is well out of order, why do people feel the need to abuse runners!!
sign of the times i guess
I've got my summer retort pre-planned. Its too rude to go on here though but it'll give whoever a little bit of a shock.
Its a bit in that ilk Pammie, it works every time,
Out walking my dog one day I was accosted by a little kid with a big water pistol. Little did he realise that I too was armed thanks to my dog's tendency to bark at other dogs. Seeing him take aim I decided there was only one thing to do - get my retaliation in first. I whipped out my pocket sized water pistol and fired a couple of blasts at him. He beat a hasty retreat up his driveway and I laughed all the way home!
One-nil to the dog walker.
I abused some cows that were blocking my stile today.
But they were bigger than me, and mooed. So I chickened out and retraced my steps.
the chavs might think you are one of them, and forget to hurl abuse in their slack jawed bewilderment
My heart rate'e soaring just thinking about it!