Once I was running in suburban Detroit on a biz trip and had to stop at a Mcdonalds for a pit stop. It was a cold winter day. when I exited the bathroom 3 young workers cornered me in the hall and all three of them started grabbing at my junk and one of them gave me a BJ. It was pretty nice when a 4th one brought me a coffee while I waited.
Jack Holliday wrote:
I was running around a lake with a bunch of trails doing a longer loop. When I came out of the trails into the park area I started to pass this guy and he starts trying to race me.. I was like what's this guy's problem? I dropped him pretty quick. So as I came to the park area people were yelling at me nice job, looking good, and my favorite "way to go superman" because I had a superman shirt on. I thought to myself this is weird so many people are cheering me on...
SO I go back into the woods for about another half mile and more and more people are cheering for me. Finally I get into a clearing where the swimming area is and I see like 200 people. It's too cold to go swimming, and I thought ohhh it must be some family reunion. Then I see flags around and I realized that I was in a race? Then the announcers get on the loudspeaker and say "Here comes your champion lets bring him in!!" This lady pointed to me and said go this way. I had to go that way anyway and I crossed the tape and I turn to everyone else and yell "I'm not even in the race!!" So I jumped the flags and continued on my run only to be passing the other 100 people in the race telling me good job. Poor guy I passed, I must have demoralized him..
had the opposite happen to me. I was going into my sophomore year in HS and on vacation camping with my family in July. there was a series of trails, and i had done about 3 miles or so already as i'm climbing this hill and there's a large pack of other HS runners--tons. so i start gunning it, and get to the top of the pack. there's about 4-5 guys and we start hammering as the miles go on. i'm pacing alongside them for most of the run, which had a net downhill of about 6 miles. the trail ends at this road and they stop and there's all these vans. i said, "whats going on? you done racing? i thought this was a race?" they said, "no, it's a running camp." I ran a total 8 miles with them, and asked for a ride back to the camp site, but they wouldn't do it. i ran back (pretty much all uphill) and it was a long day. by the time i got back it ended up being the longest run i'd ever done up to that point.
Running in the woods w/some buddies (around October) and a poacher fired his shotgun at us. I'll never forget the slug hitting the tree - about 5 feet in front of me ... wood chips everywhere! We hit the ground almost immediately and started yelling that there were people here. He fired two more times before he heard us/came over to talk to us. All he ended up saying to us was "You shouldn't be out here. There's a lot of deer hunters in these woods!"
I was running in the woods and jumped over a log. On the other side of the log was a baby deer. I narrowly missed stepping on it.