What's the jerkiest thing you ever did in a race?

We were approacing the finish a 5K road race; there were several left hand curves, I was running close to the curb and some guy was running slightly back and to my right. He kept talking trash-he was really pissing me off. I suddenly moved out from the curb and right in front of him and slowed slightly; he stumbled and fell to the curb and I continued on and finished third. He protested to the race director and demanded that I be disqualified and he be awarded third. The race director just laughed and said since I was leading it was not my responsibility to avoid him. He stayed pissed for a long time.

I was running an indoor 800. This was one of those indoor tracks with the whole basketball court setup in the middle, so there is about 100 meters of track that no one can see from the stands (which face the basketball court) or from the official's area. I had always heard that you should move out a bit when someone is trying to pass you to make them run a bit farther. A guy tried to pass me on the turn and I started to move out. As I moved out, he just kept running wider and wider, so I just kept moving out more and more. Eventually, we get the whole way out to the edge of the 4 lane track. I move out the whole way to the edge and force the guy into the end of a folded up set of bleachers. I hear him crash into the thing and then I head back into lane one.

I remember a guy on my team spiking the hell out of a guy who tried to cut him off. The guy stepped in front of the kid and he just ran the front spike straight down the guy's calf. The kid was wearing long white spandex because it was a cold early season meet. At the finish, the guys spandex was shredded and the whole lower section was bloody.

In the White Rock Marathon a few years ago, we merged into some very slow and/or walking HMers. After a little too much weaving and curb running, I screamed,"Pull those goddamned earphones out and pay attention!!" at some ladies.

Back in high school whenever we would run duel meets, the turns were marked with flags on springs. As I would run around the flag, if a guy was folllowing me too closely, I would bend it down. As I ran through the turn, I would let go of the flag and it would snap up and hit him in the face/crotch.

mighty porn stache wrote:

Yes it is, '73.

And in all that the only "jerky" thing was the bitch comment. The rest was accidental as I see it.

Yes, I was a jerk for calling her a bitch. Which is exactly why I brought the whole thing up on this board. Thanks for supporting a fellow dickhead, bro.

Flagpole wrote:

In a high school 3200, I went through the 1600 in a pedestrian 5:06 or something like that while a kid from another school was still keeping up with me. I passed him on the way to a negative split with the second mile and said, "See ya" as I made the definitive move. I felt like a big jerk immediately for saying that out loud, and I apologized to him after the race, but I'm not sure he believed I was sincere. I was.

I did the same thing except it was in an 800. It was at an invitational where it was pouring so bad that alot of teams either didn't show up or left early. I didn't win many races in high school, and probably didn't win any at an invitational other than this. The first lap went in like 72s. I wasn't used to leading, so I didn't, but when it didn't pick up I went for it with around 250 to go and moved from around 6th to 1st and said see ya as I did so. It was mostly directed at a teamate who was in the pack, but I realized that everyone could hear me say it so I felt like a jerk afterwards. It was probably my only win at a "big" meet and definitely my only time splitting sub 60 in an 800 but I didn't get as much enjoyment out of it as I could have.

No matter what actually occurred if you get into an argument with a women in a wheelchair who just fell and broke said wheel chair you are wrong and will go to hell.It may not be fair and maybe she was really a bitch but those are the rules.

darkwave wrote:

Class of 73 wrote:

Dude, she ran into me from behind. I didn't cause her fall. She showed no concern for me and the bleeding she caused on my ankle. Yes, I was heated and it was wrong to call her a bitch. Isn't the intent of this thread to confess the jerky things we've done?

I think she comes off as the bigger jerk for not asking if you were OK.

One time I won my regional, got interviewed over the loudspeaker. When the guy asked me what it took to be successful in running, I told him "slurpees, and really huge ba-." He cut me off as I said "balls." This was in front of every athlete's family and coaches in the bleachers...hahaha

Hi fellas. When I was in a 15K a few years back I came quickly up to a water station just after a fast downhill section, and was just about to carry all my momentum past the runners getting their water, this pinheaded dork of a guy turned way too fast and cut right in front of me, and even though I tried I had no choice but to run into the slow jerk with my racing wheelchair, which caused him to fall and, try as I might, I couldn't right my chair and over I went too, breaking my front wheel! But that wasn't the worst of it.

I was doing great in the race and had been steadily moving up through the field, getting ready to move up for the win, which would have been my first ever since the car accident that left me without the use of my legs and unfortunately took the lives of my husband and our three kids.

This race was the culmination of three years of excruciating training involving sixteen surgeries to partially re-build my legs (not to mention the other non-leg surgeries I also had to have) and overcoming a battle with the bottle through the help of God and AA meetings.

It was bad enough laying there during that 15K with a broken front wheel, knowing that the race was lost, but when I noticed that the stitches from my last operation on my right leg had been ripped open partially by the runner jerk guy, I realized then that all of my dreams and hopes would be forever gone, condemned and torn asunder by an inconsiderate jogger guy.

I was in utter shock, and could only mutter and swear when the jerk asked me if I "was OK." Um, hello -- I'm bleeding from the leg in my broken race wheelchair and have just lost my only chance to overcome the loss of my family that caused my injury in the first place -- how did he think I felt?

The worst thing of all, however, was still to come.

As some race officials and helpful spectators or volunteer types started to help me, the scumball runner guy, instead of helping them take a look at my leg and trying to get me out of my wheelchair, or offering some kind words of encouragement, decided instead to say, in a little pinhead voice, "bitch," which made my frustration at my awful predicament and my sadness over not having the love of my family in my life any longer to help me at this terrible time, just too much for me to bear, and I broke down sobbing in a episode that marked the start of a long and horrific spiral of self-destruction that continues to this day.

At a 5,000m race in Stanford, I elbowed a random kid as hard as I could before taking the lead on the last lap.

He ended up running 14:14 for the 5,000m, which was just 2 seconds shy of the NCAA regional standard of 14:12.

I'm pretty sure I cost him his chance to run at regionals.

Now I realize what a dick I was for doing that to him.

Knocked a kids batton out of his hands in a race.

This was in a mass of people, like 15. Lost him at least 10 seconds, probably more.

To that guy I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

it was a hs cross country meet in the woods in new mexico and the course was pretty narrow. i notice this guy im coming up on is cutting in front of people pretty deliberately... just slightly getting in front of them and then literally jumping sideways in front of them. almost caused about 3 people to fall that i saw. i noticed that when i was passing him he was going with me. i say to myself god help me if he tries that number on me and sure enough he did. i punched him between the shoulder blades as hard as i could and say dont ever f###ing do that again. he slowed down a lot and let me pass. i looked back and he looked embarrassed. i felt like a big dick... i really punched him hard.

and when i say he was slightly leading people when he would jump in front of them, i mean he might have had a 10 inch lead

Gobble Gobble Motha f***as!

I think I might have topped your "I'd call a wheelchair athlete who I sort of knocked down a "bitch"."

I was running a 5k and went out too hard on a hot day. 1/2 way, I was dying a bit and went to grab one drink of water at the one water stop on the course. As I went to grab a cup of water from the guy enthusiastically holding it to me it, he pulled his hand back at the last second so I couldn't get any. Then he and the group of them started all laughing. Pissed, I yelled "f*** off!" really loudly at them.

Turns out they were special needs volunteers! I actually sort of figured it all out 100m after I passed them. You know, had an "aha" moment. Better yet, my mother and sister were standing right next to them and saw/heard the whole thing, ie, saw me telling a group of mentally challenged people to "f*** off!" during a race. They must have been proud!

(I know someone will say: oh sir lance-alot, we are not surprised at your temper! But they have me all wrong. But at least they can now get a chuckle at my expense, which is fine)

I've shared this before, but when I was in middle school I was lined up at the starting line of a track race (800 or 1600, I don't remember). I was toward the inside lane, in about two, and as the gun went off the guy outside me bumped/nudged me to get to the inside lane quicker. In retaliation, I shoulder-check him as hard as I could and it was a domino affect. He and about 4 others stumbled and I ran to the lead. I ended up in just about last place though, so it didn't matter.

A teammate of mine was running a low-key hs 800 and had a chance to win (the first time she'd ever had the chance). Coming down the homestretch she has two girls right in front of her, shoulder-to-shoulder. Rather than go around she literally put her arms between them and shoved them out of the way as she sprinted to the win.

I pounded the mighty porn stache in the mthf***ing head while he was delivering a b******* to a 12 year old boy...

i went back to my alma mater to run the cc alumni race the fall after i graduated, and i sported some pretty wacky, colorful shorts. about 400 meters into the race this first-year behind me says "hey i like your shorts" to which i replied "don't f**king talking to me freshman."

Don't know why but this made me lol.

Two less-than-shining moments for me:

(1) I cut off a teammate in high school so she couldn't pass me in cross country.

(2) As I passed a teammate in a college race, I said, "Better luck next time, Colleen." To this day I have no idea why I said this. I mean, I LIKED this girl.