What's the worst thing someone has yelled/thrown at you while running?

Low-Income Runner wrote:

John Utah wrote:

What is wrong with you people? Do you run in the slums?

Yes...as a matter of fact I do. Btw, what are doing on a running forum when you can't run with that bad knee? You couldn't even run down Bodhi with that knee 😁

john being out of touch with reality? what a shock!

Masters Runner wrote:

Some girls yelled 'we see your 9 inches flopping around!'

I felt ashamed and embarrassed that they short changed me by 3 inches.

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As a white guy living in NC, I had slurs and offensive things said to me every day... but not by anyone with dark skin ...white people yelling ridiculous things. Most of which I can't remember as it was nearly 20 years ago. The worst though is getting spit on (in my opinion). I was running with a teammate in high school and he got spit on as he was on the outside while I was running along the curb. I've been lucky I guess.

9999djfkfjf wrote:

A recently cut ambilicle chord.

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Two backwoods types tried to force me off the road outside hopkington

First they open the passenger side door so I had to move off the road

Then they veered the truck

Would up in a mess on the side of the road lying s rather bruised

Looked up

They were looking at me laughing

Fck heads

As Ajee Wilson was walking out for the prelims I witnessed Brenda Martinez' husband yell "Booo, No Drug Cheats!" right in her face. That has to be up there. I was pretty shocked no official said anything.

ZacharyEJSU wrote:

Where do y'all live that people bother you while running? I live in Alabama and have yet to have anything thrown/yelled at me

You probably don't live in Montgomery. I had multiple objects thrown at me my year living there. The beer bottle was the most dangerous, but after a car steered onto the shoulder 'to scare me' I took to running after dark. That worked fine until I got pulled over by a cop (used his lights and speaker) during a tempo run as he thought he was saving my life potentially.

While i was verbally harassed more often in Alabama, it was in NC that i heard the worst single comment, "run n****r" from two white guys in a pickup truck.

These days I live in a liberal state, far from south and my biggest trouble is with idiot tourists that block the paths by walking five across.

Wow, that sucks. I mean, having people yell at you or bullies say stupid shit because you are engaging in an activity (Running) is one thing. I've never seen anyone yell stupid shit at some guy walking down the road with a fishing pole or walking a dog.

But having people yell shit simply because of your genetics or skin tone is a whole different level than just someone yelling because you are running.

That sucks.

One of my college teammates got hit with a gallon of orange juice, at a distance of something like 10 meters. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I think we did something to piss off the dude in his car (probably whacked his hood when he rolled through a stop sign). The guy stormed out of his car and launched the orange juice jug hammer-style. The range and accuracy were seriously impressive; we should have recruited him for our throwers.

ucrunner09 wrote:

One of my college teammates got hit with a gallon of orange juice, at a distance of something like 10 meters. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I think we did something to piss off the dude in his car (probably whacked his hood when he rolled through a stop sign). The guy stormed out of his car and launched the orange juice jug hammer-style. The range and accuracy were seriously impressive; we should have recruited him for our throwers.

Best post on the thread. Funny, believable (if it isn't true it could be), and well written.

I live in Seattle.

I'm at a crosswalk waiting, boom, walk sign flashes and I begin my drift when suddenly out of my peripheral I see a posse of hipsters barreling down the road on their scooter Vespa things at a speed that suggested they would not stop. Sure enough they did not stop.

As I waited for this caravan of idiots to pass my frustration mounted, soon it got the better of me. The last rider in the queue approached and as he did I prepared a globular projectile, reared back and released right in his face. It took him a second to register what had happened but as soon as he did he hit his breaks and screeched to a stop.

After spitting in his face I resumed my run crossing the walk and turning a corner to head home. No more than a minute had gone by when I here the sound of a strained motor tearing down the sidewalk in fevered pursuit.

I turn, it is he.

In the excitement I start to sprint, I open up my stride and just as I'm doing so my anger comes back to me- I begin to think about this idiot who has no regard for traffic lights, who could have hurt me or someone else had I been only paying attention to walk signal, not to mention he's a hipster which is reason enough to loath this individual- and I stop and turn around to confront him.

I have a temper, and I began to intimate with passion and in no uncertain terms that not only was I not afraid but I had no reservations about fighting and indeed insisted upon it.

He said something in a sheepish hipster dialect I couldn't make out, turned and sped off.

"N!gger."

Many times.

I had an orange pair of scissors thrown out a car window at me in Boone, NC.

They didn't say anything, just whipped a pair of scissors my way. Still have the scissors.

Eggs and another time a huge slushee. I've never been hit though; too fast.

plugged right in the forehead with a 24oz paper cup half full of ice and mtn dew...thrown from car passing by at about 55mph on a rural road. it knocked me flat on my ass, and the whole world went gray for a minute or two.

this was 2 miles into a 5 mile run with an older former hs teammate - a guy who had run about 10-flat in hs, but walked on at a d1 and came home a stud (went on to run around 30-flat, which made him a god to me in 1981). i didn't want him to think i was a pansy so i got up and finished the run.

i was from a very small town and i felt like i knew who did it, but i couldn't remember enough to prove anything so i let it go.

DouchBag CH wrote:

As Ajee Wilson was walking out for the prelims I witnessed Brenda Martinez' husband yell "Booo, No Drug Cheats!" right in her face. That has to be up there. I was pretty shocked no official said anything.

Was this Carlos?

And what has he done with Berian?

Running on the side of the road one afternoon some kids yelled something unintelligible from a cat and threw hard candies at me from the front. They hit me in the chest, thankfully not the face, and I just kept running.

I used to live out in the stix. I've been hit by a paint ball and had firecrackers thrown at me. I also was hit in the chest with a half inch hexagonal nut. When I got home I took my shirt off and had a black and blue mark in the shape of the nut.

When I run on pure hatred, no one messes with me.

But when I'm on the way back taking the subway or public transportation, my pure hate levels are depleted because I'm in a resting state right and it's always like I get one or two heckles from people sitting right in front of me or around me. It's always usually guys in their mid twenties or loud teenagers - they're always in groups. Nothing physical ever happened to me, but I expect to get heckled at least once every day.

Sometimes... it's the words that hurt the most. Like chronic acute pain. It builds up and it's making me look less forward to running.

But every time I get heckled, I remember they pick on me because I'm a target. And I'm only a target because I wear 2 inch split shorts in the summer.

I will always show off my athletic legs and calves with pride, and I will continue to do it because it makes other people insecure/critical and they always feel a need to say something.

Their heckles and comments are warranted, but I am free, at least. Freedom in these legs. Freedom in the tailwind.

Parking is like 12 dollars a day, and a monthly transpiration pass is 90 so obviously I use the public transportation every chance I get.

Gerd damn Boston!

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