To echo one of the threads of another forum, possibly the most unpleasant aspect of increasing the training regime isn't the shin splints, or chaffing, or even the cold and wet, its the morons who feel compelled to give 'encouragement.'
Most of these retards are usually rigged out in Tommy Hilfinger and preparing for a life of underachievment and welfare handouts by hanging around street corners.
Now I don't want to sound like a mad conservative, but I would love to give 'em all a bloody sound thrashing to try to remove some of the stain of centuries of inter-breeding from our sceptured isle.
I know I am probably distracting them from their important tasks of throwing chip papers in the road, drinking cider or getting themselves in the mood to give us another statistic to confirm our position of highest rate of teenage pregnancy in Europe, but why carn't the runts think of anything more amusing than. 'Eh Mister, running's stupid, he, he, he!'
Its worse when Bevis & Butthead get their parents' Vauxhall Viva for a night of cruising, and buzz all the joggers, cyclists and other assorted taxpayers.
Sorry for the rant, but the little f*****ers are trying my patience, and its either getting it off my chest here or lamping the bastards!