Have you ever been in a fight before?

Yeah, too many to remember. My mates used to call me 'the Somali Slugger'.

Once when I was training in the park in London I beat the $hit out of some guy with his wife for not moving out the way for me.

Any of you hobby joggers who are running on the same path or trail when you see me - remember to move out the way. Got it?

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/othersports/athletics/10361912/Mo-Farah-a-first-fight-with-a-stranger-while-training-in-Richmond-meant-it-was-not-a-very-merry-Christmas.html

Mighty Mo wrote:

Yeah, too many to remember. My mates used to call me 'the Somali Slugger'.

Once when I was training in the park in London I beat the $hit out of some guy with his wife for not moving out the way for me.

Any of you hobby joggers who are running on the same path or trail when you see me - remember to move out the way. Got it?

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/othersports/athletics/10361912/Mo-Farah-a-first-fight-with-a-stranger-while-training-in-Richmond-meant-it-was-not-a-very-merry-Christmas.html

Mo, Mo, Mo. You should have clobbered him with his wife's pram. Gently taking the baby out first, of course.

When I got into a fight back in 82 with a kraut, I wasn't going to risk an injury trying to showboat with some fancy Muy Thai roundhouse kicks, or MMA triangle chokes. No, I just picked up the nearest weapon to hand - which happened to be long piece of driftwood, crept up behind him while he was distracted, then clobbered him in the head with it. I must say, I was surprised when he got up from that and punched my lights out in return.

Put it this way, when I watched big Tyson Fury get up off the floor from being seemingly knocked dead in the ring the other night, it caused me some painful flashbacks.

I headed down to the local track to do 20 x 400 in :60 and lo and behold an elderly couple are walking hand-in-hand taking up lane one and some of lane two. I asked them kindly to walk in the outer lane(s). The old lady flipped me the bird so I threw a roundhouse right and caught her just around the eye socket. She musta seen some stars the way she staggered for a minute.

Then the old guy puts his hands up like he's gonna choke me and starts reaching for my neck. I quickly split both of his hands from the inside and slapped both of his ears with my cupped hands clearly popping his ear drums. By now the woman is back at it so I get a running start and tackle her just below the waist onto the infield grass. She knees me in the forehead when she goes down and it was lights out for me.

I woke up, what I thought was just moments later, and found they had taken off my lycra arm warmers and used them to tie me to the fence with my arms behind me. They used my calf compression socks to tie my feet together.

I had to wait about 30 minutes until another person showed up to untie me. I shoulda called the cops but I had a workout to do.

Gobble-gobble MF!

Yes. The element of surprise is key especially if your the weaker opponent. Surprise attack, unleash fury then get the hell out of there.

Many times, always win, always get hate from soy boys online.

Oui, I got into a dispute with a biatch of a team mate once on the track and gave him a Glasgow kiss. Little biatch will never disrespect me again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdsunNdUdpU

LOL at you, you lil biatch. You cheapshotted me like I cheapshotted your mama and even your EPO wasn't enough for you when you ran away like a biatch when I punched you back.

Been in a few fights but worst was from road rage. I didn't even know I "cut the guy off" but some guy followed me home and came at me with a bat. I decided not to wait and as he would up I went straight at him and got to him before he could swing. He was on the ground but before I knew it I was being either punched or kicked. He had a friend with him. They left because they later said they thought I was going to die. Cops came and got me an ambulance. Neighbor saw the thugs pull away. Took 6 months before my life got semi back to normal.

Yes, too many to remember.

My nose has been broken 4 times. Not a compliment to my opponents as after the first time, a stray gust can break it now. Broken collarbone from a 2vme where the other guy tried to kick me in the head while I was on the ground with his friend but missed and caught me at the side of the neck.

Another where I caught a guy breaking into my house, he came out worst in that with a broken pelvis as I threw him off the top of the stairs when he swung at me.

Small highschool fights.

Didn’t some chick beat up Jamin?

Something is wrong with a culture where the young males no longer vie for physical dominance. A litter of kittens has more fights in one week then they do in their entire lives. And the kittens don't grow up scarred, they grow up competent cats able to hunt and claim territory.

HS XC invitational on our state course last year. About a mile in, I was in a pack and I feel some kid behind me from a school I’ve never heard of grab my elbow as I’m running. I wasn’t really sure how to respond because he was behind me so I brushed it off as an accident. Of course, a couple seconds later, he does it again, but this time he physically grabs my arm and holds it back, which messes up my stride and he moves past me. I’ve never seen this kid before in my life and I couldn’t think of a single thing I could’ve done to piss him off, so I give him a nice flat tire and go around him. A solid minute or so later, I get pushed pretty hard from behind. I look over my shoulder and it’s the same kid, running with one spike on. He makes his way up next to me and tries (and fails) to body my into some tall grass or bushes or whatever. Both of us were pretty built compared to the usual xc guys. We go back and forth shouldering each other for a bit but eventually I body him and he goes off the path into the bushes. I never saw that kid after about 2k into that race.

I’ve gotten in plenty of fights growing up but this is the closest I’ve gotten while running. Would’ve thrown an elbow in his face if there was no chance of a DQ.

Maybe most runners are slight and never get in fights, but I'm a larger fellow (6'5", 240 lbs) but have never really gotten into fights either. I've been in a number of almost-fights, but it's never gone into full fight mode. I'm a calm guy and the situation always seems to settle down before it gets out of hand.

Bad Wigins wrote:

Something is wrong with a culture where the young males no longer vie for physical dominance. A litter of kittens has more fights in one week then they do in their entire lives. And the kittens don't grow up scarred, they grow up competent cats able to hunt and claim territory.

There were fights every day at my school when I was a kid. Sometimes the parents of each kid would come and watch and cheer on their son and make sure it didn't get out of hand.

I fear for any Western country in a war if they had to use national conscription.

We can thank the (nuclear) bomb for feminism and 'progress'.

Yet even something like Vietnam now, imagine our present snowflake generation having to be sent to fight in that kind of environment? While waiting 24/7 for a brutal death to come out of the jungle at any moment, I wonder if they'd still be on their smartphones getting outraged by an offensive Twitter comment, or focusing all their energies on not misgendering their fellow unit members?

When I first seen this thread I first thought of you coevett.

Personally I haven't got into many fights in my life. For most of my adult life I've been very muscular, and I usually find that whenever I get into the slightest confrontation, the other guy claims to have a knife and then walks away. One time I got into a scuffle with a guy in a supermarket queue and he ran to the wine bottles shelf and then threw one at me, which just missed, and then started screaming he had a knife (from a distance).

Only fight I've had recently and first as a runner was in the park when a Russian thug started calling me things.

I know most runners are underweight so they don't usually get into fights but do you have any stories where you got in a fight or almost did?

Is the question only for emaciated Real Runners?

I have been in 2 “fights”: both when I played D Line in college at 255-265ish, both against guys who were way drunker than me who wanted to see how tough the big guy in the room was, both of whom I begged to sit down because they didn’t know what they were doing, and both of whom went down with one punch (which says as much about their level of inebriation as it does my punching prowess.)

Coevett wrote:

Personally I haven't got into many fights in my life. For most of my adult life I've been very muscular, and I usually find that whenever I get into the slightest confrontation, the other guy claims to have a knife and then walks away. One time I got into a scuffle with a guy in a supermarket queue and he ran to the wine bottles shelf and then threw one at me, which just missed, and then started screaming he had a knife (from a distance).

Only fight I've had recently and first as a runner was in the park when a Russian thug started calling me things.

Damn, dude, who the hell ARE you? Seriously.