You know, with the backwards white Pacers baseball cap, running with the black-haired friend. When you passed me on the Key Bridge, I was curious how fast you were going, and realized that I could use some tempo work myself. So I picked up the pace to match you, and stayed a polite 5 meters behind for the next mile, before you slowed down and I passed you back.
I'm sorry if that offended you, and I'm sorry if you were frustrated that you couldn't effortlessly drop me. But that's no excuse for you to call me a "f*&king joker," "f*&king a#$hole," and "f*&king hobby-jogger who should go back to where belong." You were free to run whatever pace you wanted, as was I. I didn't interfere with your run in the slightest. I bear you no ill-will -- in fact, I'm glad that you showed up to give me a metaphorical kick in the rear. But I don't deserve your verbal abuse. We runners need to stick together and encourage each other, not insult each other.
A former 14:54 5k runner and 2:31 marathoner who may not be as fast as you, but who doesn't deserve your verbal abuse