Violent thoughts toward motorists and hecklers

You should get a heart rate monitor. It help you go easy on your easy days. If you throw a brick at a car, you are not really getting the recovery you need. Check the color of your urine when you are peeing on your victims, you may be dehydrated, which is easy to do in the winter.

I have never been able to word it quite so eloquently as that!! I wish I knew how to control those feelings. It's even worse when you ride a bike as you are more vulnerable then. Only thing I've been able to come up with is:

like your mom always said: "they are just jealous of you"

they want to affect your run. don't let em. be stoic.

use your anger to fuel your workout.

Hang tough, be strong and just remember there are lots of us out there every day living the same thing.

i have gotten to the point where i like that shit. bring it you fat punk ass bitches. i like making little kids cry (like this year the day before thanksgiving) and flipping 12 year olds onto their ass. my middle finger gets more of a workout sometimes than my heart, lungs, and legs do. most of the tiem that is all that happens, i don't even look at them just extend and flip...simple enough...then they get mad...wtf? my team and i have many a tiem been in interesting situations. these just make your everyday easy run a little more entertaining.

Age 20 in Oct. 1982.

If flak magnet actually does shoot a motorist after telling us about it, is Letsrun to blame?

Please call my office and schedule an appointment. It appears we may have to adjust your medication.

Man, where are ya'll from? Down here in Texas, the only reason someone swerves at you is because they heve their hand off the steering wheel while waving at you. Heck, sometimes they even throw stuff at you, but it is usually just a "Cold One".

Move down here where courtesy is king.......there is plenty of room for more runners!

I couldn't agree more with the person who said my middle finger gets more of a workout than my heart.... I usually wrap up my run by informing my wife of how many idiots were recipients of a 1 finger wave from me. I've also gotten more vocal in my old age and have a tendency to yell things at people who don't leash their dogs, drivers blowing lights or stopsigns (accompanied by the aforementioned finger and theyre unlikely to hear what it is I'm yelling). God help the idiot who swerves at me; Once I even threw my walkman at a passing car. Damn near got in a fistfight with a group of delinquents. I'm done being an ambassador for our sport. Face it, most people consider runners little more than a feakish annoyance cluttering their roadway. Let Galloway & Oprah be nice. Now that I think about it, f*ck them too.

One time I was running with a teammate and this car was driving towards us. As they approached, the passenger stuck his upper torso out of the car and threw something at us (it turned out to be Munchkins (as in Dunkin Donuts)). Now we're running at 10mph and the car's driving at about 35mph which means that my buddy gets hit in the chest with the force of a munchkin travelling at least 45mph. Needless to say we were pissed and turned around sprinting after the car. The poor suckers got stuck at a red light and my teammate proceeds to run up the back of his car over the roof and onto the hood which dents the hell out of his car. I bet they never messed with runners again.

Please schedule a time when we I can come over and adjust your meter's settings. They don't appear to be picking up jack shit at the moment.

Here are just some of the things I've been hit with on many roads, and in many states. The first bad one was a six pack of empty beer bottles that hit the road at 70 about 10 feet in front of me. Shards mainly only, 20+ stiches. Half empty 16oz beer can in the chest at only about 40. Not to bad. Bounced beer bottle didn't break, 60mph hit my shin, felt like a ball bat. No stiches. Shotgun blast 5 feet from my head on bridge. Right ear deaf for 2 days. Semi, pinned me on a bridge and rear rubber on splash guard caught my right elbow. Hurt real bad. The worst ever though was. I am hammering down a long hill, this car coming up swerves and I see something small and white being hurled on my side. I jerk my head to the left and a golf ball probably traveling 100+ drills me in the temple. I go to my knees. I have a lump the size of a golf ball. I have a description of the car and go to the sheriff. They don't give a rats ass. I live in a town of 20,000 and know I'll find this guy. Visions of severe beatings etc, brew in my head for weeks. I finally find the car which had been borrowed. These 2 punks had been to a golf course and stolen a couple of buckets of golf balls and just decided to see what one would do to the nearest poor fool they spotted. Being out in the country made me an ideal target. The kid was 17 so I couldn't beat his ass. I actually talked to him and he didn't care what it did to me. He is now in the pen for murdering a friend over a drug debt. After having finally met one of these bozos I'd bet their average IQ is 75. They don't know a runner from a jogger. Don't care either. They are truly dumb asses. Any of you run long enough on public roads and it is going to happen. Just keep an eye out and you might survive to retire from running on public roads as I have. I know that isn't an option for many but it was for me. Sorry this is so long but as they say ---- happens. I coached a bunch of good looking girls for several years and used to train with them. You wouldn't believe the things rednecks say. But that is another tale.

I forgot to add that the time I was hit by the lone beer bottle I picked up a rock and chunked it at the two losers in their Camaro. Guess what they did? Slammed on the brakes and skidding to a stop flipped a U and came after me in the ditch. Lucky for me I was an old hurdler and cleared the three foot barbed wire fence. Oh, but that only made them crazier as they came throungh it and were dead set on I guess running over me. I am no little guy myself and was thinking I am going to pound these pshychos. If it hadn't been for all the wire getting tangled around their rear tires and jerking about 300 feet of fence with many posts attatched, I may have been just more road kill. Those were the days of PCP so no telling what was on their -ucked up minds. I was really kind of worried as the only thing around were miles of open pasture. I thought I would see the car again some day but never did. Bottom line, watch your ass at all times.

I just don't run on the roads period. I did one time, however, encounter a more unruly driver. My friends and I were out for a run at night, we were on the sidewalk and a car that was clearly speeding, flew threw an entrance that crossed over the sidewalk,then came to a screeching stop. As she came to the screeching stop, she almost took out one of my best friends. I'm am normally the most mellow person, but I was slightly angered by this and I punched that bitch's back light. She screamed out "asshole" and I was like "suck it" and flipped the bird. It's really fun when the motorist responds to you like that. Peace.

On the way to my car for my track workout, I was walking downtown and came upon a crosslight. The pedestrian walk-light switched from WALK to DONT WALK right as I entered the intersection (which was a one-way coming from my right to a one-way going back the way I had come) Some idiot driver, who was stopped at the red light, suddenly turned without looking just as I cleared his front bumper. I went up on his hood and he hit his brakes. I rolled off and stepped to the side. Unbelieveably, he just gunned it and took off after hitting me. I stood there for a second and saw him get stuck behind some other cars on the red light up the street. I sprinted and caught up to him. I yelled and and put my elbo into his window...didn't break, lucky him. I also kicked his door and left a nasty dent. At first he was belligerent but I think I scared the piss out of him because he started apoligizing soon thereafter. What he did was a hit-and-run. I don't even mind that he hit me because it is kind of a blind turn on a red-light...but the callous attitude of leaving the scene after bouncing someone off your hood is just too much. I caught control of my anger and decided just to get his license plate and report him to the police, and I told him so.

When I got to my car I got out my cel phone but decided not to call part out of laziness (didn't want to wait for the slow and incompetent cops) but also felt like I didn't want to explain the dent in his door I guess it is enough that I scared him and he'll think twice next time! Oh well...who would've thought I had a temper.

Earlier this fall my teammates and I were doing a nice and relaxed run the day before a meet. We're running through a part of the center of town and we pass by some sort of after school program where there are a bunch of probably middle school aged kids outside playing. When they see us go by they think they're so smart and original and the Forrest Gump jokes start being yelled out. One of our seniors takes offense to this especially since he's not in a good mood and moons the whole group of kids. All we could hear as we ran down the street was the kids screaming "ahhhh he showed us his butt!" All I could think of was some kid's mom picking him up and asking how his day was and him responding that someone mooned him.

Sometime during the summer I ran by a pair of high school kids, and just as I passed by one blew out a big puff of pot smoke into my face. I got about ten yards past them and then turned around and slowly walked back. They stand there staring at me with nervous stoned half-smiles, and I say "Hey, you wanna share some of that?" And they're like, "Uhhhh... really?" "Yeah, pack me a bowl man." They look a little nonplussed, but wanting to play it cool they go along and offer me a bowl. Just as I'm taking a nice hit their friends drive by yelling and screaming at them, and they just look really embarased. I said thanks, wished them a good day, settled into a rhythm, and had an awesome 8 miler.

JOHN MOODY OF RACINE, WISCONSIN AND STEVE UNDERWOOD (DYESTAT ADMINISTRATOR) OF ROSWELL, GEORGIA HARRASS BY NAME INNOCENT MINORITIES ON MESSAGE BOARDS!

I'm with you on this one.

I also find that the more I run, the more easily worked up I get.

Once, I had a group of kids driving by and yelling stuff at me. As they circled back for the umpteenth time, I yelled something back along the lines of, "I can' hear you with that dick in your mouth."

They stop the car, and this guy gets out and stands in the middle of the sidewalk. I didn't even slow down as I threw a forearm into his face as I cruised along at about 6 minute pace. The guy hits the ground, and I take off.

I've also knocked kids off bikes who tried to play chicken with me, and I've gotten into several yelling matches. One of my favorites came during a rainstorm. A car goes through a stop sign without stopping and nearly hits me. I bang on the back of his car, and he stops. He gets out, and we exchange words in the rain. His wife is telling him to let things be, so he starts to get back into his car. I say, "Pussy," and the guy comes flying back out. I go towards him, but his wife grabs him and pulls him back into the car.

I used to run my 20-milers at 1 a.m. to avoid the Texas heat. I once had a couple of drunks stop their car to chase me on foot. I was able to get far enough ahead of them that I circled back around, got their carkeys, and dropped them down a drainage hole.

those are good stories. pretty funny