no nothing wild ever happened to me
no nothing wild ever happened to me
english insomniac marathon...
that reminds me, whatever happened in that crazy marathon contest in london. I forget the exact rules, they had to run like a mile every hour or something.
yes one mile every hour for 1000 hours with the London marathon at the end, i think Shona Crombie Hicks won the competition, i will have to check it out.
Bruton did Schnieder in the corral!!!
Doug i dont watch corra me
There is this ND runner guy named Jason Rexing ... nevermind. 8>/
no one has anymore stories? these are really funny
I see deer everyday, and once I saw a baby alligator that was missing a leg. The really good one, though, was as I was entering a state park and saw two people in a small car gettin' it on in broad daylight. Nobody I was with said anything, but it was really quiet for a while.
An easy ten mile run in Northern Michigan with a teammate turned into a 2 and a half hour journey as we veered off track onto over 100 miles of All Terrain Vehicle Trails. We finally followed our ears to a road and flagged down an old couple that made us ride in the back seat with our hands on our heads for safety precautions. We were 17 miles from where we started.
StateChamp wrote:
We finally followed our ears to a road and flagged down an old couple that made us ride in the back seat with our hands on our heads for safety precautions.
Were they expecting you to whip out a 45 from your running shorts?
I was in the middle of training for senior year of high school cross-country, in mid-July. In early June, I had ended my junior year in 4:20 mile shape, but I'd picked up my first girlfriend that summer and training had kind of been slagging.
Our HS coach coached a park district track and field program at the high school track on Tuesday evenings, where it was mainly little kids running around, and a few in-coming freshmen as well. Coach had called me in mid-summer, asking if I'd be willing to run a mile at one of his dinky meets so he could see how my training had been going. I knew it was against the rules but was too scared to say no.
So I showed up, not in shape for the 4:25 coach was expecting; more like a 4:45, and I wasn't feeling into it at all. So I bring my girlfriend to the track with me, and told her this will "only take a minute." I got her to stand on the curb next to the gate at the top of the straightaway that led out of the stadium, and she agreed to do so.
The gun goes off with me against these little kids, and I knew coach wanted me to blast the first 400 in 65, just like old times. I went flying through in 62, and I could hear the joy in coach's voice as he yelled out the split.
Rather than head into the first turn, I kept on going straight, right toward the gate. Jennie jumped into my arms, and I carried her out of the stadium, through the adjacent parking lots, and continued over the next horizon, running like some kind of crazed caveman.
We knew we had pulled a coup, and we laughed hysterically for the next hour. It was the July before our senior years, we were in serious love, and running didn't rate top priority just then. Coach, being ever vigilant and borderline militaristic, never gave me the satisfaction of yelling at me for pulling off such a stunt. He took it to his grave. The fact he didn't go ballistic back then made me realize that he had been a kid long ago, too.
Did you and Jenny kiss..??
I saw that dude too.
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Back at EKU around the fall of 93 or so, I was out on an easy 10 miler with 3 other guys from the team. We were out on this country road that we ran alot that really had nothing around at all. At one point along the road was this old barn that was abandoned about 20 meters off the road. As we ran by we heard some middle aged inbred yell, "hey guys, get a load of this". We looked over and saw this deliverence looking guy being best friends with himself. It was crazy and we just took off out of there.
I was attacked by a rabbit wednesday during a progression run. The thing jumped out of the bushes and up and smacked right into my chest(I'm 5'11"). It was going for my head.
rabbits wrote:
I was attacked by a rabbit wednesday
Is your name President Jimmy Carter??
Ok what happened to my snake encounter posts and the one with the wild boar in Germany post, written yesterday, gone today???? I did not use any foul langauge nor did I fabricate my stories??? how odd! This ever happen to anyone else?
rabbits wrote:
I was attacked by a rabbit wednesday during a progression run. The thing jumped out of the bushes and up and smacked right into my chest(I'm 5'11"). It was going for my head.
I was running one night in Orlando, FL. It was late, and I was halfway through a long run. I was about ten miles from the house.
I'm going down this street when I see this van parked in a parking lot. No one else is around, and there are four guys in the van. I run by, and these guys come out of the van and start tearing after me yelling, "Get that guy!!"
I don't know why they came after me. Either they were dealing drugs or they wanted to sodomize me and leave my lifeless body in a dumpster over in Casselberry. I got the hell out of there.
Luckily for me, these guys were out of shape because they quit after less than a block. But my little run had been fueled by adrenaline, and my legs were now rubbery. I started to bonk. I called a cab and got a ride home. I was paranoid as hell for a week or two after that.
True sh*t.
LD
A couple of years ago in St. Louis I was running down a fairly quiet suburban street, and had been hearing police sirens throughout my run (45 minutes) As I'm approaching home the sirens become louder, and I realize they are appraoching me. I'm getting a little nervous, when A cop flies towards me, jumps out of his car and throws down some spike strips. I now realize what's going on, and if whoever's being chased hits those strips, he could very easily hit me. Not wanting to die, I jump off the street into a yard behind a tree. A few seconds later this brand new full size van comes flying by, twenty feet from me. For some reason, the strips don't take, and he speeds by followed by fifteen-twent cop cars. Heart-a-pounding, a make my way on home. It was plastered all over local tv when I got home, and turns out this guy stole this van and ended up being cornered in a nearby hospital parking garage. Luckily, no one was hurt, including myself.