Best comment you've ever gotten while running?

Thanks for your support. I think you get my point :).

To be fair it wasn't from a girl it was from little kids playing outside. Which made it funnier actually

honestly: an old lady with a warning finger said: young man, be careful, running is bad for your balls.

After winning the 15-team Oak Harbor Invitational 3200 after Kinney (now Footlocker) CC champion Scott Fry DQ'd because he jumped the gun, I was showered with chants of "you suck, you suck, you suck...". My coach turned to the crowd and said "Come on!" Some big fat guy then said, "well he SUUUUUCCCCCKKKKSSSSS!!!!!!"

I lauged at the time and stood atop the podium to get my medal, but I thought it was pretty lame later for them to yell at a high school kid like that.

I was in Munich in July 1970, trying to get back into shape after eight months of not competing and sleeping in a plastic tube tent in the bushes of the 1.4-square-mile Englischer Garten -- doing the hippie backpacking thing, of course... My "best comment(s)" I did not even understand, because they were delivered in German whenever I ventured out into the streets (and away from the beautiful winding dirt trails in the largest urban park in the world): At least two dozens cars drive by me with passengers leaning out the windows, slapping the outer doors with their palms and shouting at me with big smiles on their faces. Clearly words of encouragement. Clearly reflections on the Olympic Games that would come to town in two more years. And clearly telling me (or at least I took it this way) that I looked like a serious runner again. I had no idea what these people were saying, but man they made me feel good.

F|agpole wrote:

After winning the 15-team Oak Harbor Invitational 3200 after Kinney (now Footlocker) CC champion Scott Fry DQ'd because he jumped the gun, I was showered with chants of "you suck, you suck, you suck...". My coach turned to the crowd and said "Come on!" Some big fat guy then said, "well he SUUUUUCCCCCKKKKSSSSS!!!!!!"

I lauged at the time and stood atop the podium to get my medal, but I thought it was pretty lame later for them to yell at a high school kid like that.

Would you say that medal SHOULD belong to Scott Fry?

While running in the Chicago suburbs I had a large black lady yell, "Nice legs," and then a moment later, "and the rest of you is pretty fine too!"

Yesterday I was finishing up a run when a guy walking down the street yelled "Damn, I thought something was chasing you. You are running so fast."

It really wasn't that fast.

It made me laugh.

On the big hill in Central Park you can usually pass the slower/amateur bikers, meaning that anyone who passes you is either driving or a decent cyclist. So being told I was "going pretty fast" by a woman as she passed me was nice.

The other entertaining moment was on the bridle path when a mountain biker pulled up alongside and tried to give me speed in mph, and my having to correct him (he said something 20-30s faster than it actually was).

One time while running in San Diego in short shorts with some friends someone drove by and yelled VERY EUROPEAN! My second favourite was while doing intervals on a track in Arizona when I overheard a black sprinter sitting near the finish line say. "Damn, these white boys sure be runnin some laps today!"

Some friends and I were running on the beach during spring break and a group of people stopped us, said we were crazy, then gave us some mid run rum, while we discussed how wasted we would be that night. Then we finished our 10 miler. The end.

I was running a very competitive 1500M and watched a recording of the race a few weeks later. The guy behind the camera remarked, "XXXX could eat a candy bar and run 61 seconds."

I laughed because eating a candy bar while running is difficult no matter the pace.

"Run little boy! Run little German boy"

Dance, Billy. Dance!

Hey short shorts! Rollins girls in a car as I was getting gas on my way to the track.

Put some clothes on! Redneck in a truck as I was running down the street.

He's naked! Little kid in a playground as I was heading out for a run.

HONK! From random homos as I'm running anywhere in Orlando.

Fagg0t! Some other redneck in a truck on a Friday night as I was running down the street.

Running shirtless on the lakefront in the south side of Chicago on a warm summer evening; large middle aged woman walking with a friend in the opposite direction:

"Mmmmmm, honey. If the mosquitos don't eat you up, I will."

New Year's Day 2012, I'm coming off a bit of an injury to my groin, just an easy hour run. Same route I always do when I'm at my parent's place. I'm about 7 miles in, some janky old dude in a beat up Oldsmobile cruises up next to me, turns down his radio, leans out the window and drives next to me for the next mile singing the Rocky theme song. At first I laughed and gave him a wave, then after about 2 or 3 minutes I started to fake box a little bit. Dude was eating it up, when he finally finished he told me to "go get 'em champ!" and drove off.

From a woman (I'm male):

"God bless America"

"I like the way your ding dong is bouncing up and down baby" Which is nice, cause I don't have a big one.