Thrown at

a while back i had some moron throw a cup of coke at me at about the same speed...he had a stop sign about 200 m down the road. i promptly turned as soon as the cup hit me and proceeded to run perhaps the fastest 200 of my life. he ran the stop sign to get away (which is funny b/c i prb was so winded that i couldn't have done shit anyway). if i could find the piss-ant today i'd still beat w/in an inch of his pathetic little life....

the moral of the story is this: if you can find the little f***er you ought to teach him a lesson, i don't care if the little prick just learned how to drive. and by lesson i don't mean a nice little meeting w their parents....beat the living shit out of them is my vote! obviously a talk w the parents won't do anyway...if they were brought up right (beaten soundly every day) the thought wouldn't have entered their pathetic little delinquent minds. what you ought to do, neigh, are obligated to do is this: take a nice baseball bat (or something of the sort) and knock the delinquent thoughts straight out of their f***ing skulls...

another thought: you could always burn their car, or even better, their house....hmm....perhaps a combination of beating and burning....i like the sound of that! anywho, gooduck, and happy hunting!

in high school i once had a hubcap thrown at me from a moving car on the busiest road in town. must have been a drunk. i was onthe sidewalk and it hit the curb below me, it am certain that if it were to hit my leg it would have chopped it off.

things thrown at me -- kraft singles, trash of all sorts, dirty diapers, condoms, spit, marbles, a pencil, and golf balls hit at myself w/ my current team. f***in' recs....never once hit thank god.

when chasing down the bastards my goals are...

under 10, make them cry (done that 3 times) 10-13 drop em on their ass (done that once) 13 and over beat the piss outta em. never had the oppurtunity, the retreat.

however...the thing that pisses me off more than anything:

when someone does something to you, you flip them off or what have you, and then they get pissed at you. hmmm.

Actually Mr. Chest, I'm like one of those special forces guys bbs wrote about above and I cant wait to run into you on the roads! First I'm gonna shipappy your face with my caaack. While your still smarting from my mushroom stamp, I'll probably put my size 15 Asics 740 (right foot) so far up your ass you'll need it surgically removed. As your reaching back to attempt shoe-from-ass removal, I'll grab your steroid-injecting syringes and stab you several times in your teeny peen! OUCH! After all this, I'll stand over your face, and in the spirit of the Big Lebowski, tell you "you neva f***a wita da Jesus!"

"Of course, talking tough behind a computer is all you can do. It shows how insecure and pathetic your puny, bony little ass really is. Tell you what, tough guy. Go to the gym today and pick a fight with somone who looks like mr chest. Maybe you'll get lucky and actually get your dream of meeting mr chest. Even if you don't, the outcome will be the same. Another runt runner will be slammed to the ground and stepped on like the piece of shit he really is.

Ha ha hahahaha."

Tell ya what ya fat mutha f***a...you drag your wortless wannabe ass on down to oklahoma and back some of your shit up. you are really quite f***ing pathetic, you can do nothing excepting talk shit (none of which you have ever backed up, you f***ing pathelogical f***ing headcase). Let me reiterate....as soon as you re-grow some balls (if you have any left you little f***ing wannabe bitch) come on down to ok, i'll rip them off and make you eat them.

Couple of years ago, I was doing a tempo run with a teammate. We were running at about 5:30 pace when a SUV comes down the road at about 40-50 mph with some fatass driving. Next think a knew a water balloon is flying at us, not having any time to react, and being in a runners daze, my teammate gets hit right in the nuts. He instantly hits the ground, and me being the great guy that I am, start laughing my ass off. (By the way, I have never seen nut swelling like I did that day, but that's not the issue here). Moving on, we see the same SUV a couple of days later in a parking lot and since there was some snow still on the ground we decided to have some fun. I run around to the other side of the parking lot and saw that the driver was sitting in the car with his window down. So after we got our plan set, I chuck a snowball at the passenger side to draw his attention over there, while my teammate runs to the driver's side and stands right by the window. The second the guy turns around my teammate wails this tightly packed snowball right at the guys face. Then says, "Remember me jackass? Don't f*** with us!" Then we roll out. What did he learn from it? I think its obvious. Don't f*** with a runner.