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

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.

I dont think its a problem showing a kid that if he wants to act like a pr_ck he has to face consequences. I'm a foreigner living in the UK and it amazes me how these young pieces of sh_t just do what they want because over here they are almost above the law, theres no respect for authority because those in authority pussyfoot around, sparing the rod to ridiculous levels. I have a feeling the US may be similar. So if a kid gets knocked down for being a prick, it teaches him a life lesson. As long as the older guy dishing it out doesnt abuse the situation and become a bully

So I was running one day and ran into a group of thirty smart asses talking about my flower pattern micro running shorts. One of them shoved me and almost magically, I heard these profound words:

Everybody was kung-fu fighting

Those cats were fast as lightning

In fact it was a little bit frightning

But they fought with expert timing

They were funky China men from funky Chinatown

They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down

It's an ancient Chineese art and everybody knew their part

From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting

Those cats were fast as lightning

In fact it was a little bit frightning

But they fought with expert timing

There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung

He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on

We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand

The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting

Those cats were fast as lightning

In fact it was a little bit frightning

But they did it with expert timing

(repeat)..make sure you have expert timing

Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning

I kicked all thirty of their asses. It was great.

Going into my senior year of cross country in high school our team was supposed to be the favorites to win state. Apparently word had spread to the administration who had decided to support the team by sending the cheerleaders to a couple cross country meets. The first meet of the year was a small meet but sure enough the cheer squad showed up in full uniforms and pom poms.

As we did strides before the race they would cheer each time we ran by thinking the race had started and then mutter when we turned around and walked back. They clearly did not want to be there. Now this course is basically 2.5 loops where on the final loop you cut into the loop and head straight to a tree that is at the finish. By this time the cheerleaders had gotten bored with the race and I guess they didn't see the big chalk arrow pointing towards the path they were standing across. They had literally formed a line across the turn in.

I had been battling my teammate for the win the entire race and had finally pulled ahead of him and was starting the drive to the finish when to my surprise there was a bright orange and white wall of girls blocking my path. They looked very surprised as I turned towards them and ran full speed into the wall. This sent two of them flying to the ground. I didn't even look back as I finished the race winning by maybe 5 seconds. Anyway, the cheerleaders never came to another meet and our team did end up winning state.

Just to throw some balance into the discussion, I would like to put forward the following experience in the "most unlikely comment from a punk kid" category.

So, earlier today, two of us were running reps on an "up and over" road bridge. As we jog-recovered down one side we passed through a bunch of maybe 10 punks (each carrying a bag of beer cans, doubtless on the way to some classy soiree).

We turned at the bottom and began a 90% effort charge up the hill, knowing we had to split the group again in a head-on situation - it was a classic bowling scenario and I was anticipating trouble.

However, as we got near, the group split to accomodate us, watched in admiration and then from their midst came the clear comment: "fine fartlek sir". I kid you not

One time some kid threw his shoe at me, so I picked it up and threw it in the lake. He tried to chase me down but he was fat and slow.

So the other day me and a few kids from my team were running loops at a local park and another high school from our town was holding a practice there. I am pretty skinny(6'2 165) but not as bad as a lot of cross country runners and I was running with two underclassmen who would be hopeless if they ever got in a fight. Anyways, we see these punk kids from the other team walking in a group in our direction. They were wearing hats and big basketball shorts so they were obviously not too serious about running. As we got closer the short shot putter type kid said something that was clearly mocking us. Now all summer me and my friends do this thing where we head fake each other trying to make the other kid flinch so i've gotten pretty good at it. So as we are passing this group, smart ass up front, I instinctively gave him a head fake, one of my best might i say. The next thing you know the entire group of f***ers flinches like the bitches they are. It was a glorious run.

I would describe the way they flinched as a standing fetal position...pussies

Wow! From the sound out it the "punk kid" problem is reaching epidemic proportions. I had no idea that our society was facing such a dire threat.

A kid in a group wised off as I closed in on them so as I passed I spit in his face - NO LIE

Yeah, between the ones described on this thread and half the posters, it sounds pretty bleak.

please dont squeeze the garmin wrote:

Dunno that I'd try that here in Brooklyn. But I'll applaud you for doing it, wherever you are. Just don't get yourself shot or anything.

If they were punk white kids I'd do it in a second.

There are so many great posts in this thread. I couldn't control myself when I read that Prefontaine post.

I've never hit a kid... but I did throw a coke bottle from my car a piece of shit runner that was in my way on the road... he looked right at me with a little attitude so I thought I would try to hurt him.

One of the funniest things I ever saw occurred at a JV XC meet. In Texas, you can run as many kids as you want in the JV meet.

Approximately 150m after the start of the race was a wooden footbridge that is about 6-8 feet wide and crosses a creek. The host school's team, consisting of soccer players who didn't want to be there, took off in a dead sprint at the start of the race. They came to the middle of the bridge and stopped, approximately 20 of them.

The crowded field behind them couldn't stop in time, and it was a massive collision with kids falling off the bridge into the creek and tumbling over each other.

Winston Salem, N.C.? Home of the Ultimate Runner?

When kids yell at me and call me a "fag" during my runs. I chase them down and graphically detail how I would go about cornholing them prison style.

I have encountered few repeat offenders.

a journalist wrote:

Winston Salem, N.C.? Home of the Ultimate Runner?

Yup, on the same track.

You said you weigh 200lbs+ ? Damn.... Are you not particularly fast, or are you simply King of the Clysdales?? But the fact that you weigh 200+ and do mile repeats at any speed impresses me. Whne I hit 170, I feel heavy and like I have am carrying backpack (and little of it is fat, but still, weight is weight, and I certainly feel heavy at 170. I feel better at 160-165).

Alright I'll throw my hat into the ring. I'll get right to it, I'm not proud of this story because its quite a bit more cowardly than the brave folks who have been posting prior. Anyway I'm running a tempo workout on a road that leads to a factory. Usually the road is completely deserted with exception to the occasional 18 wheeler. Anyway I hear someone stomp the gas behind me and this guy in a black Monte Carlo comes up behind me and literally misses me by a foot (not about a foot, not like a foot, a foot, 12 inches) he had to go across the road to get near me and into the oncoming lane. (of course he does the obligatory slam of the horn) I pretty much go insane from the adrenalin. Anyway I continue with my workout and at the end of the road his pretty little car is sitting there right in front of me in the parking lot so I look around see a cinder block I pick it up and smash his driver side window and leave the cinder block right there on his seat.

I don’t run down that road anymore.