And "run, Forrest, run" doesn't count ;)
And "run, Forrest, run" doesn't count ;)
One time when I was in high school I was running by a guy who shouted "where's the fire?" at me as if to imply that it was silly for me to be in such a rush. When I looked at my abuser, I realized that I recognized him as a guy who worked for my father. Wouldn't you know it, my father found some issues with the guy's work shortly thereafter and just had to let him go.
You don't always get revenge on the hecklers, but it sure is sweet when you do.
happy ending wrote:
...I was running by a guy who shouted "where's the fire?" at me as if to imply that it was silly for me to be in such a rush.
Maybe he thought you weren't trying hard enough.
Noon five miler from the school where I work. The route was basically an out and back to and from a local park. As I neared school on the way back, an elderly African American lady who had just gotten out of her car seemed like she was about to address me. I wasn't sure what to expect, but she said, "Wooey! I done seen you over to the park!" No doubt the two and a half miles I'd covered seemed like ten miles to her.
"You're a f*ggot!"
Jerk...
Ran past a guy said, "Hey, baby, you don't need to do that. I like big butts."
My favorite heckler line in college, said to guys who are running shirtless: "Nice tits."
Woodward Landice wrote:
My favorite heckler line in college, said to guys who are running shirtless: "Nice tits."
That seems gay or incel. Maybe both.
nothing special, really... the most weird thing though...
Was running in a park on the right side of a wide path when (as i found out later) a lady in her 50s was riding on her bike a few meters behind me for a minute or so... i was just hearing her bike rolling at that point though...
then she started shouting „hop, hop!“ repeatedly for about 3 or four times. At first i thought it was a neighbor who was trying to be funny.
Then the way branched to the right, she again yelled „hop, hop!“ as i chose to stay on my current path. Right after the crossing she crashed into me from behind and accused me of being a complete idiot for making her fall off her bike.
Was in a rural area where I assume the people who live there don’t see runners very often. Was wearing some split shorts and had a guy in a lifted Ford F-250 with a Sons of the Confederation license plate yell “Nice dick!”, and then proceeded to roll coal on me.
Training on the steepest hill in the county in the 70’s, when someone yelled, “Which way to Munich.”
Doing my easy run down the sidewalk this morning. Passed another runner. After I passed him he said, “you could give me a little more space.”
I guess we all need our own sidewalks during this pandemic. Or he could just run faster.
Creativity is low among hecklers around me. I only get the, “Run Forrest, run,” bit from English speakers.
Most people that heckle me are Puerto Rican ladies. I don’t know enough Spanish to pick up what they’re yelling.
‘Get outta the road you big nosed Jew.’
donut nut wrote:
Ran past a guy said, "Hey, baby, you don't need to do that. I like big butts."
Lol! I ran by two guys working at a golf course, and one of them yelled, "dammmmmmmmn and on a white girl too!!!"
Now my husband says that at random when I walk into a room.
During the last mile of a marathon, "Looking good old guy." I was 'only' 50 at the time and I knew I didn't look good.
Well I wasn't running--I'd gotten an injury that turned out to be permanent. But this was a couple years later and I was back to walking pretty well. So I decided to be a walking spectator in a ten-mile race that my clubmates were running. I set out on the course 15 minutes early so I'd be able to cheer my friends on and I was trying to semi-racewalk so they all wouldn't just fly by me in the first couple miles.
As I passed through a seedier section of town a guy who was watching the race from his porch called out: "Hey, boy! Ya got a hitch in yer git-along!"
"Put some trousers on you wanker." In Ireland, running in shorts , temp about 45*.
old guy 74 wrote:
During the last mile of a marathon, "Looking good old guy." I was 'only' 50 at the time and I knew I didn't look good.
Haha I’m sure they were trying to be nice in their own way, but the things people say in races are sometimes the opposite of what we need to hear! Someone once yelled at me during a 1/2 marathon at mile 6, “good-job, you’re almost done!”. I had to stop myself from yelling back “no, I’m not!”.
Mr. Split Shorts wrote:
Was in a rural area where I assume the people who live there don’t see runners very often. Was wearing some split shorts and had a guy in a lifted Ford F-250 with a Sons of the Confederation license plate yell “Nice dick!”, and then proceeded to roll coal on me.
Pretty much same thing happened to me, except the guy yelled "hey nice balls."