The best and ridiculous complements/remarks you recieved before and after a race

How's Mark Curp doing? I heard he'd had a heart scare a few years ago?

you are so full of crap Willy.

the only race you'd win is a special olympics 100 yards and i have my doubts about that too.

I used to love it when I would run well at a major marathon

like New York or Boston, finish in the top couple of hundred

or so, and have non-running friends say, "Hey, at least you

finished. That's the important thing." Even before Galloway, the public's perception has always been that "finishing" a marathon is the challenge. Doesn't it

just piss you off?

Yes Charlie, eventually I will catch even you!

... day before junior high league meet, I was running the mile, coach says "okay kid, there are two heats: the good heat and the shitbum heat. if you run w/ the shitbums, you're gonna run like a shitbum, so I'm gonna try and get you in the good heat." applys to all facets of life.

How long was that marathon?

I was informed by my mom after a low-key summer 5K road race that a finish line volunteer had exclaimed "oh my god, he's under 20 minutes" as I came in. Apparently, they weren't ready for me at the finish. I had hoped to cruise the race as a tempo run and ended up running slower than I had hoped and feeling like utter crap. I was pretty pissed after the race, but when my mom told me what they had said above, I figured I'd look pretty stupid if I acted too disappointed.

When I lived in Indianapolis I got a chance to talk to Bob Kennedy and he told me a neighbor of him said this to him.

The Indy Mini Marathon is THE big race there for all runners, and is basically the only race that non-runners know about there.

Kennedy is finishing a run one day and his neighbor comes out to talk to him.

Neighbor asks "You running the Mini marathon this weekend?"

Kennedy responds - "No."

Neighbor repsonds - "Well keep running and maybe you will be able to next year."

That guy had no idea who he was talking to.

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One time in High School our XC team was out for a run down the streets of our town wearing whatever shorts and t-shirts. Guy from football teams drives by and waves. Next day he comes up to me and asks "Was that a cross country race you guys were racing yesterday?"

#1 - We do have uniforms

#2 - We do actually have a course.

#3 - usually we race other teams as well.....

non-runners do not have a clue about running.

wow, that's an incredible time!

I was in my early 30's while living in a small college town in New Mexico. A friend was into competitive cycling, and during occasional beer-drinking sessions, I used to fondly relate some of my road-racing stories from the 1970's. There was a twenty-something local guy named Danny Ortiz who was about the only guy in town who was ever seen running, and I used to tell my buddy that while Danny seemed to be an OK runner and all, back in my prime, I would have been in my car and on my way home had Danny and I ever been in the same race. It was mild braggadocio, and 100% factual, but certainly not anything that was meant to be disrespectful or malicious.

Of course, my cyclist friend (why are cyclists such rheumy little tattle-talers?) told Danny O that I was shooting my mouth off about him, and Danny's facial expressions whenever I saw him out running pretty much indicated that he hated my guts.

A few months later, I had resumed running again, albeit at a much less competitive level than 15 years before. Sure enough, at my first race, there was the great (sarcasm) local stud Danny O at the starting line, looking like smoke was about to escape from his ears. There wasn't any chance that I was going to beat Danny, but second or third certainly seemed plausible.

Of course, Danny smoked everyone right from the start, but I hung in there for second, and I considered the race a success.

Upon greeting Danny O afterward and extending my hand while saying "Nice race!", the great 35:00 10K guy Danny Ortiz responded with "I know" and keep on walking.

kept on walking

I had just finished a track workout when an attractive young female walked over and started a conversation. After a few minutes, she asked about my next race. I told her that I was running in the Boston Marathon. She said, "good luck, I hope you win." I told her that I didn't think that I was going to win. She then said that I should have more confidence in myself.

Was that the Danny O the masters runner?

Richard21142 wrote:

I had just finished a track workout when an attractive young female walked over and started a conversation. After a few minutes, she asked about my next race. I told her that I was running in the Boston Marathon. She said, "good luck, I hope you win." I told her that I didn't think that I was going to win. She then said that I should have more confidence in myself.

She was right.

Nope, having just googled him, it doesn't appear that Danny is racing any more. I feel kind of bad, telling that story, because I'm sure he's a good guy and all. It's just that, IMHO, he took himself too seriously back then.

Finished the Ed White Memorial 5K in Seabrook, TX. Was wearing some white running shorts, soaked with sweat, just emerged from the chute and a British lass I'd mever met said "I can see your penis".

"IF YOU WIN YOU CAN DATE MY DAUGHTER"

I WON, DATED THE DAUGHTER AND NOW HAVE A 5YR OLD MINI-ME NAMED JORDAN!

freshman year I ran like 5:08 on a terribly paced 1600 and "won" the jv race. My mom thought I was the fastest kid in the world. Next week I ran my first varsity race and PRed big at 4:58, of course, I was second to last, and she was rather disappointed. Thought I sucked and all the training was a waste, well I ran nearly a minute faster now so i think just maybe she was wrong. I love ya mom but that really pissed me off heheh.

Flagpole Willy wrote:

Trust,

While not one to use this kind of language, in my early 20s after winning a road race, a 30-something attractive woman came up to me and said, "I've got a van over there, will you f*ck me?"

I said, "I'm married." She looked at my wedding ring and said, "I can see that." I told her no, she touched my shoulder and I got the hell out of there.

hey flagpole I'd love to know, was she an attractive nymphomaniac, or an ugly one or what?