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

I actually Bowled over a Punk - Ass 80 year old last week while I was doing my track workout. Knocked her flat on her ass. Very satisfying.

I was at a friends house one evening having a beer and a barbque after a marathon when a group of punks walked by and threw about a half dozen eggs at his house, hitting the windows making a big mess. So we go outside and look and he gets pissed off. Most of the houses on the street have been hit. So we grap some eggs and hop in his car and one street over we see the gang of perps. He drives by and I lean out of the car to throw and egg back at them and I hit the kid really hard right in the face with the egg. It felt both good and bad at the same time. I would have prefered not to hit him in the face because coming from a car that would probably do some damage. Anyhow, the little turd got what he deserved.

Wow, that's like....boss dude. Like....you really showed that guy how tough you are dude. You sound like, you are like.....coool and stuff, dude.

First I need to say that this may be one of my favorite alltime threads. Just read the whole thing at work and look like I'm messing around (which I am) because I'm laughing so hard. Between the people with actual stories and the others with just as funny made up ones, this takes the cake.

Here's my contribution:

We were having an XC race during my junior or senior year of high school at this middle school a while away from us. The course was based around this really large open field, but went into the woods on a variety of trails for about 1-1.5 miles where there was room for one or maybe two people to get by at a time.

The race was going relatively well for me and I'm running with a teamate letting him lead as he was the stronger runner of the two of us. We had to do the loop twice, and on the first time around we see this group of kids on BMX and dirt bikes on the sides of the trail riding around. They aren't on our trail, so I write it off and keep running.

We come around the second time and now one of the kids is blocking the trail in the middle of our race so we can't get by. My teammate manages to get by him, but right as I'm going by he rams the dirtbike right into my leg. I flip out at this point and grab him by the helmet (motocross helmet) and throw him on his back off the bike. Then I do the stupid thing and stomp him with my XC spikes.

Well I finish the race and flip out because my leg got all bruised and I slowed down after that. The cops get called on the kids and the kid shows his cuts from my spikes. I claim accident because he fell off of the bike after he hit me, and my friend confirms. The cop ended up believing me and the kid got taken to the police for tresspassing and had to get his parents to come pick him up. Felt great.

Once a kid made fun of me on my 10 mile run at 5:20 pace and I put a cap in his ass.

He spoke no more...

once I was running on the sidewalk and came up behind a pregnant lady pushing a baby in a baby jogger. Well, she wouldn't get her fat pregenant ass out of my way, so I ran her over as hard as I could. I then took her baby carriage and chucked it into the middle of the street, in the path of an oncoming car and then went screaming into the night.

Excellent - the little sh*t deserved it and more.

3 of us were running over a 120 feet high abandoned railroad trestle - a group of punk kids started calling us fags from about 50 feet down the adjacent embankment. The little fools had parked their expensive BMX motocross bikes at the end of the trestle - we each took one - rode it to the center of the bridge and tossed them - crashing onto the rocks, 120 feet below. The little sissies were crying as we ran away, barely able to stay upright because we were laughing so hard.

I don't mean to sidetrack a quality thread here, but...

LTOGM wrote:

and someone shit in my cereal earlier that day.

ltogm

Pardon?

plaws wrote:

Wow, that's like....boss dude. Like....you really showed that guy how tough you are dude. You sound like, you are like.....coool and stuff, dude.

I dont understand responses like this. Forget that youve made this same response 3 or 4 times now on this thread.

The guy got some payback, an eye-for-an-eye. Simple as that. End of story. Not "tough". Just simple justice. What part of that dont you understand?

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.

Hello??? Is anyone in there??? Didn't you read the orginal post? There was one runner and the punk kids wouldn't get out of the way. What the hell would you have done? I can't believe you're sticking up for the punks. The kid deserved everything he got. If more runners did that we wouldn't have all these punk ass shit kids running around thinking they're cool by wearing baggy pants and riding skate boards all day.

I had an experience with stupid kids twice on this trail I run on. The trail is heavily used by bikes, runners, walkers, as it goes through Seattle. The first time I saw these kids (3 boys, middle school age) they had some jump on the paved part of the path telling bikers to "Jump, Jump!," and were placing branches on the other side of the paved trail to try to block that part. I just ran by on the dirt path on the side and said nothing, and when I came back that way, some bikers were talking to them and they were clearing stuff away. Anyway, yesterday I saw these kids again, they had a deck of cards and told me to pick a card and held them in front of me. I just ignored them, didn't evne look at them and kept running. So they got pissed and told me I suck, so I just yelled back that they suck and kept going. THey got mad about this, said, What did you say? and I told them they heard me, to which they replied "You suck more!" Yes, so it was pretty stupid, but on my way back, they were sitting on the paved bike path, telling everyone that came by to pick a card, and they started annoying me about it again when I came back, and I would've ignored them, but remembering how they put all that stuff in the trail last time and now theyre sitting in the trail, I told them to "go play your little games somewhere else, you little f***tards. You're annoying everyone on the trail." To which they got pissed and started yelling at me. Even though I'm a girl I wasn't worried since they were like half my height, but it felt good just to say that to them, which I bet they weren't expecting.

one time i was on one of my 12 mile runs when i saw this little kid on the sidewalk playing with his action figures. well the stupid little shit didnt get out of my way so i drop-kicked the bastard right into the highway

I was in a 4 mile race that looped around a neighborhood a few times. About 200m after the start these three kids (teenagers) jump in front of me and start leading the race, I had to come to a complete stop because of it. They laughed and jumped back onto the sidewalk. Later in the race the same kids do the same thing but the second time I didn't stop and just ran over one of the kids.

Was stupid of me, but in a race I get too serious.

This is not about "punk kids", but even better, bowling over a mountain biker!

I do really hate (in fact one of my top pet peeves) when I am on a trail and another runner or biker who is coming towards me will not show some courtesy and move to the outside of the narrow trail. I always move to the outside of my side, but if I notice that they going dead down the center, without showing any courtesy back to me to give me some space, and in fact almost forcing me off the trail, I will immediately head back to the center and play chicken. That gets their attention, they move over, and so do I. That's how it usually plays out.

But one time on a narrow trail along a river, a mountain biker about my age and size was coming right at me. He figured the pussy runner didn't want to get run over, so he didn't budge from his center position on the path. I moved over a bit, gave him a chance to reciprocate, and when he didn't, just edged back to the center to see what he'd do. Well, what he did was to get hit unexpectedly by my shoulder and get thrown from his bike onto his head. I was ready for the blow, he was not, so I took it much better than he. He got up all pissed, but seeing I was no smaller than he, and was not backing down, he didn't say much. I said, "hey, you didn't move either, I thought you would move." He mumbled something, and rode off. It felt damn good to knock that cocky thought-he-owned-the-trail mountain biker on his ass! Score one for the runners!

I was doing a 20 miler on a nice trail which is just outside the worst little city in PA! a bunch of kids(14-16) rode (on bikes)by me yelling in some language that resembled english(broken spanish) run forrest run and nice shorts and other typical stuff we all have heard a thousand times! As I get up the trail I see they are all playing soccer in a field, just off the trail! As I approach they start yelling their stupidness again! With out saying anything I just run off the trail and towards them, of course they giggle and run separate ways leaving their soccer ball! I kick it as hard as I can, it was a sweet shot about 30 yards in the air into the Schuylkill River! and just continued on w/ my run! When I was on my return trip they were about 2 miles down the river trying to retrieve the ball. As I ran buy they just looked at me w/ a pitiful look and I just smiled, not to my suprise they didn't say anything until I was about 200 yards down the trail and they yelled, Yeah, yo, you better run!(I believe)

I felt like following them home and slapping their parents, because that is where they get their disrespect! prob. wouldn't find their dad(they don't know who he is) and their mother would prob. not be home and be standing in the welfare line any way!

So, I'm in Chicago on a run.

Loaded sidewalk, loaded. Get to the outside of the sidewalk, past the mothers and the little kids, and come to this old woman and chick my age on a cellphone/sunglasses walking side by side. Not wanting to run into the old woman, I veer towards the chick and she doesn't budge. I swear 15 ft out she doesn't budge, I can't stop, I've moved as much as I can without running into parked cars to accomodate her.

4 ft out she looks up like wth, and then crash. Knock the phone out, knock her glasses off, of course, you guys know how chicks turn, they always turn with their breasts facing you for some stupid reason, so basically my left arm is all over her, I mean all over her. Not only that I had my shirt off and was sweating like a typical pig. I think she was indian or middle eastern or something decent looking, thin but with a big rack. Anyways I look back and say, "sorry" and she just looks at me, I couldn't tell if it was raunchy/angry/surprised, but I loved that look! Made my day. Don't know about her though.

Well, fortunately I've never had the chance to come across a little highschool punk. But if I did and they disrespected me, I'd kick their little ass(es).

I was doing hill repeats up the Pyrenees and some jerk was peddling his bike up too slow and getting in my way. I stopped and picked up a stick and ran up beside this fool, and stuck the stick between the spokes of his front tire and he did a header over the handle bars.

As I blew by him he yelled,"Nobody does that to Lance Armstrong!"

I wouldn't feel great about this situation - as the original poster does not - but really, his was not an irrational response to a kid hidebound to act like a jerk. He had to feel like an idiot sprawled on the ground.

I did get hassled and physically impeded by a bunch of neighborhood kids while running a while back, and I stopped and told them that I was the least desireable person to screw with in the neighborhood, because I still have a lot of kid in me and know exactly what could cause them all sorts of pain and grief in their lives. I told them this wasn't a threat - just the way things are.

Of course, one of the wimpy kids goes home and tells his mother of our encounter (Can you imagine what a spineless wimp she raised? - the kid hassles an adult in the neighborhood - adult tells kid not a good idea - and the kid cries to Mommy - I wouldn't have been able to look at myself in the mirror if I did something like that). In any event, I calmly told the mother that yes, we did have a discussion, after he hassled me when he and his friends were smoking pot in the trails behind our home....WHAM - I instantly heard the mother scream his name at the top of her lungs and exclaim how much trouble he was in.....the phone call ended. I saw him about a month later after he had finished his considerable grounding - and told him that the fundamental lesson to be learned was to be accountable for your own messes, and that running to Mommy not only made others lose respect for you, but got you in a worse position than you could have imagined.

I'll leave it unsaid as to whether he was actually smoking pot - suffice to say he was known to be a pot smoker and it was also known that his mother was going beserk over it....I actually felt bad about getting the kid grounded - but his grades were so bad it may have been a chance for him to shore them up.

Sometime in the 70's I was doing my 5mi tempo run at night when some jerk in a small car tries to run into me. With reflexes as fast as lightening I unleashed a mighty Karate kick which knocked this jerks car into a tree. I got the hell out of there since I didn't want to deal with the pigs.

I read in the paper the next day that the jerk had died and his name was Prefontaine.