Has anyone BOWLED OVER a punk kid while on a run?

asdfasdfasdfasdf wrote: i dont mean to be the grammar guy, well i guess I do.

In that case you might want to shore up your skillz.

But congrats on nailing the spelling of sugar.

Bear spray FTW

one day i was doing a fast 13 miler, and i enter this neighborhood which is slighty more upscale than the one i was in previously.

these lil assholes see me as i come in and decide it would b funny to run next to me, only one really follows through with it and he tries to stay next to me while im on the side walk.

he is to my left and the road is to my right, so i gradually start drifting closer and closer to him pushing him on to ppl's property

i saw a golden opportunity 10 ft in front of me, a really think nasty looking bush. so as we approach it and im drifting in, i make a fake leap towards him as hes giggling and saying some dumb shi.

this scares the hell out of him and to his demise he crashed directly into that bush, and i kept going laughing my ass off

asdfasdfasdfasdf wrote:

[quote]Florida? wrote:

Who, by the way shugar (sp?) tits, is a sell out.

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i dont mean to be the grammar guy, well i guess I do. but you HONESTLY do not know how to spell sugar? That is not a good thing.

The dude's name is Florida.

Actually his spelling is pretty close to how it's pronounced in the south. "Shugah" would be better. Maybe he was adding a bit of artistic license to give more of a uhmmm... accurate flavor to the situation. Good writers do this all the time and no one critiques their spelling.

I hate kids like that, I would have done the same. I get so effin fed up with people like that, one of these days, the wrong kid just does the wrong thing and then gets the wrath!

I don't blame you man. You shoulda dropped the hammer from 70m out and went 5:30 pace.

milers left out wrote:

Ferris Buller you're my hero. I'm impressed that a 29 year old was man enough to plow over a kid who was "16 years old probably." You should be very proud of yourself. You are obviously much more of a man than him and you proved it once and for all.

It wasn't a 10 year old girl, Nancy. With that mindset of yours- that 16 year old boys should be able to flippantly disrespect adults without consequence- you'll probably raise a few punks of your own someday. Thanks in advance.

So you would have come to a screeching halt, and said, "oh sorry, can I please pass you and your entourage of giggling, slack-jawed rejects now?"

I'll leave that to you amigo. You'll be proud of yourself.

Florida? wrote:

**Flashes Black Flag tatto that is slightly below the waist band of my running shorts and joggs away**

I'm not usually one for quick responces--but that made me feel good. Thier faces were priceless (may have been due to the fact that I came close to showing a little 'neck' when I flashed the tat though too...).

Yea, i have got a tattoo that covers one of the outsides of my legs. After I got that, I have found myself ridiculed for being a runner about 90% less than when i didn't have the ink. Funny how that works out.

crisis much? wrote:

Yea, i have got a tattoo that covers one of the outsides of my legs. After I got that, I have found myself ridiculed for being a runner about 90% less than when i didn't have the ink. Funny how that works out.

oh forgot to say, in the irony of your tattoo. It's a Minor Threat influenced one.

I did literally slap one kid for throwing stones at me while I was running on the track.

This happened during the training camp in Spain in a small town close to Andorra. It was Sunday, so the entrance was closed, but we had an agreement with the officials that we can come to the track at any hour. We jumped the fence did our warm up and the local kids (ages 8-17) gathered around the fence and started to scream at us. We ignored them and commenced our workout. The rpofanities weren't exciting enough, so they started to throw rocks and debris from a nearby construction. Within few laps, the brand new track was covered in one of the curves with stones. My patience ran out once I got hit in my ankle. Without slowing down I ran to the fence and jumped over it as fast as I could. Of course the kids went our running like somebody shot into them. I was so pissed to be forced to cut off my workout that I started to chase one of the bigger ones- slowlier chubby guy of around 13. I caught him after 30s and slapped him really hard on face. He started to cry and I went back to the track to finish my aborted workout. Few laps into my tempo, the policeman comes to the fence and starts to scream at me somthing in bad spanish accent, but I understood enough to stop and come to him. He took me to the station and there was a father of this little punk who threatened me to kick my ass. I went ballistic and wanted to kill him, luckilly the policeman got us apart, without siding anyone.

I got a fine for trespassing, which I got back few days later on the intervetion of the local track club, and I got a second fine for "vandalism"- i.e. for slapping a kid. As you might have guessed, nothing ahppened to those punks that were throwing the stones at us.

So much for acting as a Judge Dread. Ever since I get a bad attitude from onlookers, I turn them the favor with similar responses.

Now I am not a big guy. I am 5'11" and weigh 145 lbs. But, I had a similar incident while doing intervals at the track. Last winter I ran at a local high school (200m) indoor track during the daytime. It is a public track. I was not the only one running. There was 3 other people running other workouts. I was doing 400's. Halfway into my workout a high school PE class came in to walk laps around the track. The PE teacher stood the class on the edge of the track and explained the rules to them. I listened as he told them to make sure they stay on the outside lanes so the runners could do their workouts on the inside lanes without any interference. As luck would have it, there were 5 punk boys in the group. They woud walk in lanes 3-5, but everytime I started coming around the corner towards them, they would float into lane 1, blocking lanes 1, 2, and 3 causing me to go onto the infield of the track to get around them. After I passed, they would move back to lane 3-5 and laugh. This happened twice during one of my 400's. After the second time the PE teacher (who was watching them) saw what they were doing and went over and yelled at them. I figured it would not happen again... But on my next 400, as I came around the corner... They did it again, and it all happened so quickly (they waited until the last minute to move in front of me) that I didn't have time to move over or stop. So I just dropped my shoulder and crossed my arms across my chest (elbows out) and kept going. I plowed right through them like I was a 300 lbs lineman or something. The two punks in lane 1 went tumbling across the track. I remember hearing their laughter turn to shrieks of fear and pain as I knocked them down... I didn't stop. I just continued my workout. They started to say something, but the PE teacher was there in before they could even get up. He yelled at them and told them, "thats what you get for messing with the runners"! Go to the office"! It was a very satisfying expeience...

Reminds me of a day at our local track. The track has tennis courts in the middle and that day there was a youth tennis tournament going on. The tennis office has already told people to keep the track clear because lots of people were using it, but there were tennis players loitering with their duffle bags all over the track.

I was doing a long workout (mile repeats) and I was getting tired of yelling TRACK! every few yards and the people standing around were forcing all the people using the track into a couple zig-zaggy lanes. After a few brush passes the adults got the hint and cleared themselves out and told others as they came.

The kids were a different story. These were high schoolers (boy and girls) obviously of means. After one of the announcements by the tournament organizers to please keep the track clear they decided to stand at the edge of the track and and the boys would jump out into the track and girls would giggle as people swerved to avoid them.

No one has ever accused me of having a runner's build. At just under 6 ft and 200+ pounds (when I'm light) I have what they called in science class "inertia". On about my 5th repeat I didn't swerve and a couple of teens discovered what 200 pounds moving at 9 mph feels like. They elected after that to impress the girls some other way, since being bounced off the track like bowling pins didn't have the effect they were going for. The girls still giggled though.

p = mv

Keith, ya gotta love running over Hanes Park punks. I have had some near misses at that track.

Good for you man, some kids in life just need a little reality check when they start getting the idea that they have the world by the balls and nothing can stop them.

Well, it wasn't a punk kid, but it was definitely a punk. OK, I too was out on a lung run (why is it these incidents always happen to me during long runs?) when the following took place.

I was on this dirt road type trail that had gotten flooded out a bit from a storm the night before, when I came upon this really flooded out area that pretty much forced me to take this little land bridge/trail so as to avoid running straight through a HUGE puddle of water.

As my luck would have it, there was this 50-ish walker guy approaching the trail from the oposite side. Most normal people would of course move to the right to allow safe passage of both parties. (You see where this is going.) This crotchety reject would not budge, basically hoping he would end up forcing me to run through the puddle which looked more like a lake actually.

To his utter bewilderment, I held my ground and scooted just around him, causing him to say "HEY! You need to watch it!" I spat in his direction and just said something like "HEY! You need to get a clue" and kept along my merry way.

So I continued on to complete my favorite trail loop and on the way back came to the same flooded out area again (it's an out-and-back arrangement)where, you guessed it, the same loser was still out there walking and approaching this trail just like an hour or so before. He saw me coming and actually sped up to position himself on the trail "first", as if to claim ownership or something.

Without even thinking about it, I accelerated and gave this jerkoff exactly what he wanted; I ran RIGHT through this flooded out area RIGHT by him and totally SOOOOOOOAKED his inconsiderate ass! This time he didn't say anything. He just stood there dumbfounded. I think it hit his dumbass that he basically caused his own drenching and didn't know what to think after the fact.

He got soaked somewhat more than I, but I didn't really care either way. It was at the end of a good 90-minute run, so I actually welcomed a nice splash of water. I had soggy socks (which normally I can't stand) for the final mile or so, but it didn't bother me at all this time.

I probably haven't done this recounting justice here, but trust me: this loser was totally in the wrong, and it felt great to drench his ass. Had to be there I guess. Anyway, that's all I got. Others?

The kids I encounter while running in my small town usually ar e so chickenshit with their taunting, that they wait until I'm well past them.

On one of these occasions two summers ago, it was two kids on BMX bikes that decided to say something unkind about my shorts and mother. I turned on a dime and started running at them. They didn't react in time and one of the kids dropped his bike at the side of the road to high-tail it into the trailer park (I'm not kidding). I then jumped on his bike and pedaled it about a hundred yards, with the owner screaming after me, before jumping off, picking it up and tossing into the ditch. I then continued my run, never having said a word to them.

Although I felt pretty had-ass in the moment, I regreted what I did almost immediately and ever since. I mean the kids were probably only 12. Since them I've seen the one whose bike I joy rode, and he's quite a bit bigger now. I don't know if he remembers me since I pretty much stopped running in that area of town hoping to avoid the kid and/or his parents.

So, while it may have been justified (less so then in the OP's situation), it wasn't really worth it.

once a kid yelled some shit at me and my friend as we entered a nature center for a run. he was in a group of a couple kids and trying to be cool. on the way back, we noticed they were still there, down by the river, and had left their bikes out on the trail. my friend and i took all the bikes and chucked them into the river. they saw us as we threw the last one in and started screaming. we laughed and ran off.

I remember this one time, I was running Grandma's Marathon. I was nearing the finish and had a bad side stitch, a real bear trap! This little punk kid was out in the middle of the road playing with with his toy truck and wouldn't move. I three choices: move to the right and crash into some cars, move to the left and crash through the crowd, or continue straight ahead and take the kid out. I picked choice three and he went flying! I glanced back and heard him crying and yelling, and thought "thank god, he's still alive!" But the thing is, after all the action, my side ache was COMPLETELY GONE! I went on to win with a 2:09 ahead of my buddy BJ and the rest is history.

Punk kids playing in the road during a marathon, you better watch out!

Here in Miami I once spit right in a motorists face.

He had frightened me by yelling as he sped by, then got stuck at red light. I caught up and spat on him.