Had someone try to rugby tackle me in Edinburgh one day. Usually I'd be running on the side of the road at that particular part of town, but there were road works so I was on the pavement. It was at the end of a progressive tempo run, and downhill at that. And I was flat out at the time, just shy of where the run was due to finish. So running pretty fast.
And on the pavement there's a slight issue with someone blocking your path, making like they're going to tackle you. There are shops on the left, and a large fence on the right, not the kind you can hop over. And as I said, I'm running flat out.
So with nowhere to sidestep to as she - yes it was a fat girl - moved from side to side in the 'tackle' position (for want of a better phrase), and I had only a couple of seconds to decide what to do, there was only one decision to make. The last thing I saw were the soles of her feet flying backwards through the air before she landed on her backside. Now I'm not sure about the physics of the whole thing - perhaps someone more scientifically minded can help out here - but I reckon I was running 55? second quarter pace (it was downhill) and weighed 147 pounds at the time. A decent shunt regardless. And the stupid b*tch learned a valuable lesson, for as a friend said afterwards when I was feeling bad about what happened, "don't worry: someone was trying to take the piss out of you and they won't do it again."