Wildest Training Run Encounter

Moriarty,

your story is cleary bullshit.

How did you DETONATE the C4? In other words, how did you initiate the explosion? It doesn't just go off by itself because some timer starts buzzing, or it hits the ground hard. How did you make it go "BOOM?"

I went out for an early morning run while I was in Hollywood. Most people were just starting to head home about 8am. I ran past Hollywood High up to the corner, the light was red so I was kinda running in place. When out of nowhere, a crazy lady talking/swearing to no one in particular, picked up a snapple bottle and smashed it on the ground. Needless to say, I turned around. I guess that is why they call it "Hollyweird".

Yes Dean...I've watched the Discovery Channel...C4 is a very stable explosive; you can drop it from a high building, you can drive over it in your truck, you can chuck it in a fire and it won't detonate. You need a specialized detonator to set it off....and if your buddies at high school were selling those then the FBI would have known about it.

I was running with my best friend, Joey U. who is crazy. He's the kinda guy you can't look in the eye because he thinks you're challenging him. Well anyhow, we were hitting these trails in upstate New York and he refuses to run on concrete/gravel/anything hard. We came to a fork: One way was a stone bridge and the other a river. Well all in all we ran underwater for about 30 minutes, and it was the most intense thing I have ever experienced. I have yet to experience anything even close to as wild.....Oh, except for winning Manhattan and a 4x8 state title.

b u m p , b u m p , b u m p

Why the hell does this thread keep getting bumped?

bump

who cares....bumpsky

This was a few years ago...

In rural Nebraska, it is a fairly common practice to use the dirt county roads (well, even some of the less-travelled highways, now that i think about it) as a route for transporting massive herds of cattle from one pasture to another. So, it's mid-October or so and a local rancher is bringing his herd closer to home for winter/weaning. In Nebraska, ranchers commonly eschew the practice of using multiple semis/trailers to transport enormous numbers of animals. Instead, they'll merely "drive" them down the roads using men and women on horses and four-wheelers and the fences on either side of the road to keep the herd in check. So, i'm out for a sunday morning 15 miler on the dirt roads near my home when i crest a hill to run smack-dab into the thick of one of these "cattle drives."

The sight of a solitary, brightly-clad spandexed runner heading straight for them, combined with a particularly jumpy herd of cattle was enough impetus for mass chaos ensue. The heard of approximately 200-250 cattle immediately split around me and began scattering in every possible direction. Fences were trampled, pick-ups were banged into by charging cattle, and i was just doing my best to not get killed. I sprinted across the pasture in order to get as far away from that mess as quickly as possible in an effort to save my life and not get shot by my neighborly gun-toting ranchers. Luckily, they were all pretty good-natured about it and the rancher still jokes about it with my Dad and his "crazy runner" son.

I was driving home for thanksgiving with a teammate of mine on a thursday in 2001. we go to school in southern CA, and were driving home on highway 5 to the bay area, which is normally about a 6-7 hour drive. we needed to run, and could only fit in about 40 minutes for the day's run. as we drove along the highway out of Los Angeles, and past San Fernando Valley, we were talking about places to run. i knew of a few lakes nearby, so we stopped at a place called Castaic Lake. It looked about 3 miles in circumference, so we said, "Perfect, we'll do that, and be on our way".

It was getting late, since LA traffic SUCKS, and we got there about 4:15. we changed in the parking lot (the only people for miles), and stretched and began the run around 4:30.

so after 2 miles or so, (we had already hopped a couple barbed wire fences) and then out of nowhere, is this big spillway. so we're like, "ok, we'll climb up it, then over it, and finish the run". i can't really explain it to well, but the walls were about 8' high and made of concrete and about 1' wide. we walked along them, for which felt like forever, but was actually about 3 minutes and made it to the top, where we climbed over easily, and onto the dirt on the other side. we ran down the hill and back to the shore of the lake on a trail that was there. (we had been running along a trail that fisherman use that is right on the shore). then, we came to another spillway, which was about tice the size as before. by this time, it was about 5:00 and was getting really dark. it had taken some time hopping the few barbed wire fences and climbing that stupid spillway, so we were not about to do that again. we looked at each other and agreed that the only other option was to swim across that stinkin lake. now, i NEVER run with a shirt, but for some stupid reason, i did that day. so, i was decked out in my blue adidas supernova classics, a pair of lightweight nylon shorts, and a hanes t-shirt, and ben was wearin something similar, and we said a prayer, then swam across that stupid lake. well, it took quite a long time, and it seemed to get longer as we were in the water (which was FREEZING!). when we finally made it to the other side, the sand was sinking like crazy. ben almost lost his shoe, because his leg went down all the way to his knee! we made it out of there, hopped yet another barbed wire fence, and ran a mile back to the parking lot. once we we got there, i grabbed my video camera and started filming, so that we could show the others when we came back home. and so, with that, we stood buck naked in the parking lot changing our clothes with mud all over us, and then had to drive home for about 4 more hours. it would have taken about 5 hours, but ben was hitting 95 like the whole time in that little saturn thing he had. it reminded me of the movie "planes, trains, and automobiles" with john candy and steve martin when they were trying to get home for thanksgiving. i still drive past that lake everytime i drive home. good memories.

hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as i have enjoyed the other posts! and yes, i have many stories of seeing people in the woods having sex,but i decided to share this one instead, just for a bit of variety.

someone has too much time to bump old threads...

A colorful story, but not on par with many.

In HS, we had a shot putter who was a 300 pounder. We used to do warm ups as a team, finishing with a slow quarter around the track. One day, late in the season, I hear this commotion behind me. I turn to see people sprawled all over the track. I don't know what's going on and nobody seemed to be hurt, just bumped around. So, I finish up. A few minutes later, word is out. As he was rounding the turn, one of the shot putter's shoes vaporized under the strain. He took down about six people as he rolled. The coach, watching from the straight later described it as "seeing the season end" before his eyes. As it turned out, aside from a few bruises, etc. the only serious injury was to the shoe.

Thanks for the stories! They are real sweet!

The wildest for me was running torwards a crazy man who was shouting obscenites and forcing me to take a uturn

Where was this at? I only know of the 5k loop

While running across the street, this dude cut me off and I punched his car. He then backed up fast enough to catch me running the other way and I stopped to exchange some words with this guy. (note, this was at 9:30 at night in crack town USA, LOWELL, MA) After I said he drove like an asshole and called him a few other names, he pulled out a gun from his glove box and cocked the thing and raised it. Shit made me walk slowly away from his car and I started to RUN the other way!

Years ago, working as a summer cook in Yellowstone Park, I would arise at 3:00 AM to log some miles before openeing the kitchen at 5:00 AM. The cabin I lived in had no electricity and there were no lights within about 800 meters. One run, after just starting out on a moonless night, I tripped over some large object in the trail. Reaching back to se what it was, I discovered that it was a bison sleeping in the trail. It sort of grunted, I took off sprinting.

More frightening still, one afternoon run on some remote trails with alders and short pines dense on either side, I caught some movement in the brush off to my right. It was a sow Grizzly about 3 feet from me heading across the trail. I froze, she looked at me and sniffed the air. I slowly walked backwards while talking to her to let her know that I was a human. Got about 50 meters down the trail when she moved out of the brush and into full view. A few seconds later, two cubs scrambled across the trail followed shortly by mom. Scared the pee out of me.

Me and some guys on my team where running in the woods at our school and we saw a wild turkey. Me and the other fastest guy on the team sprinted after it, we followed it for about a quarter mile(it was much faster than us), then suddenly it turned around and charged us. It scared the crap out of us so we turned around and sprinted the other way, when I stopped and turned around the thing was gone. It wasn't that we were really scared of the thing, it was just so unexpected that it would do something like that.

This is not as cool as a lot of these but it was unexpected. I was running in northern California along a highway when I saw these two zebras just standing there in a field. They ran up this hill and then just stood there looking at me. I looked right back at them and had a bit of a staring contest.

Zebra's? Haha. That's awesome.