Out for a n early morning run, a guy pulling a fishing boat slows down, holds out a can of Bud Light and says, "Hey man, want some Gatorade?"
Someone washed my black running shorts with too much soap. So a few miles in on a humid summer day, my crotch started getting sudsy. Down right foamy. One car with some amused teenagers made three passes.
"Rabid Runner Ass!"
"Look at that! Foaming Farts!"
"Nice Bubble Butt!"
Running through a downtown area between my apartment and a college campus where I did track sessions, there was an area hookers hung out. Yes, at 5:30 in the morning. One always said something to me. "Hey baby, you coming to see me?... Oh OK later then!"
"Looking good! Why you never stop?"
"Slow down baby! Let me watch you run by. Ooooo."
And for the "Run Forest RUN!" hecklers, I usually yell back, "I love you JENNY!"