"Are you Jason Rexing?"
"Are you Jason Rexing?"
Boulderunner wrote:
Tired of Hearing Run Forest wrote:I think we need to get together on these boards, and finally come up with a comeback to "run forest run". Ten years of hearing this and I still have nothing.
I always try to keep it humorous and yell back.. "I gotta find Bubba" in my forrest gump voice
I don't know why no one responded to this....I find this hilarious, if you can actually do a good Forrest Gump voice. Now I can't wait for someone to say, Run, Forrest, Run!!
When this happens, I've responded with a resounding, "NO!!!!" as if I'm rebelling against their demands that I run. The people yelling might not get it but for me I find it hilarious and its enough in my mind.
The Mayor
Alright, lets be honest. I know we have all been on the recieving end in these situations (Has anyone ever heard "Show us your balls!?"), but how many of you have dished out taunts of your own while running/driving? My high school team had to be the biggest collection of assholes imagineable. We used to fill up water balloons and drive around hitting innocent pedestrians, tip over porta-potties on runs, rip down street signs (we had a huge collection), throw eggs at people and oncoming traffic. We even had a three man sling-shot that we would use to launch balloons at houses, cars, businesses, little-league baseball games, etc... I could go on forever. Of course none of us ever had a girlfriend. My point is that you guys are all taking the high road and acting like victims, but I'm sure many of you were/are probably just as obnoxious as we were...
I got a "Get a dog" while running around Vandy one day. Not sure what that was supposed to mean, but there were 3 "Vandy Bitches" in the SUV they were driving and I asked if any of them wanted to volunteer for the position.
"where's y'alls tits"
"that one's got an ass"
"WHITE!!!"
and
"can i run whi'ch'y'all?" over and over and over again.
"Yo Rocky!"
"I love you!"
"Great legs!"
/run forrest run/
i usually just scream "i am"
comments about shorts -
sometimes ill flash
if anybody says something to me and im able to catch up to them at a stoplight i always do a lap around their car (or two)
I was running one morning and was in a pretty shitty mood and a car with a few hs kids in it (I was a college freshman) drove by and yelled some shit. I gave them the finger, which is customary with me whenever someone says anything, and kept running. that same car musta circled around the block because as i kept running i saw them emerge at a crosswalk and sat there. They were staring me down like they were waiting to kick my ass. I stopped running and walked with a purpose toward the car, a pissed off look on my face. when i got to the car i slammed my fist into the hood and screamed "if you guys want to act tough, get out of the f***ing car." they tore off. if they woulda gotten out i probably woulda ran away but when you act crazy, a good amount of the time people will back off.
I actually got hit in the back of the head by a beer bottle. It knocked me unconscious and so I don't know what happened, but I suspect a drunk hick was pissed at me for running in the ditch and hurled his bottle at me while he was doing about 60 mph. I had 24 stiches. I can't believe how mean some people are. I quit running for three months after that and now I run only on and off. Before this incident I was taunted before but never responded and still wouldn't. I stick to myself mostly and I'm thin and got my mother's looks and am a little nerdy and so maybe that's why some people like to pick on me and call me names. People who know me though never pick on me. And if they did my wrestling brothers would clobber them even though I would try and talk them out of it. So my suggesting is to make friends with guys on the wresting team:) Help them with their homework a little and they'll stick up for you.
I don't get yelled at very often, but then I'm not as conspicuous as some of the runners I see out there -- bare-chested and decked out with thier ultra-tight 1970's side-cut shorts, with thier hair tied into a pony tail and making pained grimaces. On occasion, I do get yelled at, and it's typically a truckload of rednecks or high schoolers. Heck, I can't usually understand what they're even trying to say to me. I think it's funny to yell back, "Show me them t*tties!" Not sure why that amuses me so. I've obviously got issues.
most of these phrases are familiar to me. i'm less concerned with the stupid crap i hear than with things that get thrown and actually have potential to harm, as others have said.
i've been hit in the past with an egg, a tennis ball, and a full 20 0z. soda bottle (which got me right in the stomach--not too much fun). all thrown from moving cars.
my least favorite experience was while running in wissahickon park in philly. i was running along forbidden drive--a fairly open stretch with woods all around--and started getting shot at by a BB gun. at first i stopped to try to look around and see who was shooting, but i couldn't make anyone out in the woods, and after a couple of shots whizzed past my ear i just took off. better not to lose an eye.
i will say that since moving out of the city to a college-town, more rural environment, i have had nothing thrown or shot at me. but i have been bitten by off-leash dogs in the trails.
Yeah, I've also had several things thrown at me. A full beer bottle, fruit, ETC. The best is when someone hung out the passenger window and yelled at the top of his lungs "fitness!" I still don't know what that was about but I still laugh about it.
yeah i woulda laughed at the FITNESS comment too.
on the way home from practice we use to yell at the fat girls who were gallowalking on campus.
always along the lines of the 'FITNESS' or just the random scream 'ahhhhhhhhhh!'
after one such incident the driver of the car turned to me with a smile and said 'people HATE this car' (an 1989 dodge colt station wagon)
In reply to "Run Forest Run"...I gotta find Bubba !!!!
Though we do play the points game. Hot girl honk/yell that's positive points, can't tell is neutral points and fatchicks & a$$hole comments are negative points. We usually end in negative points but those runs we end in positive points are sweet (points have no value, we jmust add them up as we like).
they mainly throw things at me.
from a guy riding a bike: "pick 'em up, put 'em down!" and he said it like three times in a row and really fast.
Potsdam must not be as exciting as Rochester