Everyone has had something either funny or embarrassing happen to them while running, maybe even both! So I wanted to start a Forum Discussion to post some of my own and hear some other people's stories.
My first story actually took place prior to even running. I wanted to get up early and get a good morning run in to start the day/weekend. It was a Saturday morning, and I had drank a few beers the night before (who doesn't after a long work week!). Needless to say, mixing a hangover with an early morning ANYTHING, let alone a run, was not that great of an idea. Because of this, I was in no mood to go through any type of morning routine or pre-workout stretch, I wanted to get out there ASAP and get it over with. Well, at some point between getting dressed and actually walking out my front door/starting my run, I forgot to actually put on running shorts!!!
Thankfully, I wear a pair of spandex under my shorts, so I didn't show the neighbors everything I had. Still quite embarrassing at the time, and DEFINITELY woke me up! Funny to think about now though... LOL
So let's hear some stories!!!
Ok... I have one for you.
I'm running with my father on a gorgeous summer morning. Not too early, not too late. There is a busy road in Toms River, especially summer time, called Fischer Blvd. We are about 10 miles into our run, running down Fischer and there are cars everywhere. My dad and I are running on grass/rocks by the water behind a guardrail to be safe. Well, apparently I was not paying attention at all and ran directly into the back part of the guardrail... which is incredibly sharp. As I run into the guardrail I'm like "oh my god that hurt like hell!!!!" not even noticing the fact that it ripped my shorts pretty much in half, pulled them down, and I'm pretty much mooning all of Fischer Blvd. Well, clearly after noticing this, I pulled them up and we finished the last two or so miles home where those shorts were then retired.
Just recently I went running on a cold Saturday morning in January. I usually take my dog Reagan with me (mostly for the moral support) and on most runs he is really well behaved. This morning he must have been extra excited because every squirrel he saw, he just went nuts. Reagan, being a 90lb pit-bull, (I swear he's a big mush) isn't the easiest dog to keep under control when he wants to go for something. That being said, I take his behavior while running on leash seriously. After his third attempt to take off after a squirrel, I decided it was time for a stern "talking- to" for Mr. Reagan. At this point I should tell you that for some reason I chose to wear all black that morning, including a black ski cap, gloves and sunglasses. So here I am, loudly (I was wearing ear buds so I'm sure the whole county could hear me) trying to discipline an overly excited pit-bull, all while wearing a completely black burglar outfit. When I finally get Reagan calmed down and start to run again, I look up to see a sweet old woman who had been out raking her front lawn. I will never forget the look on her face as she watched me running towards her. Nor will I ever forget how fast she ran back into her house to get away from the crazed man in black with the pit-bull! I wanted so badly to yell out to her, to tell her that both Reagan and I aren’t what we must have looked like. But I decided that anything I could have tried to yell to her at that point would only make matters worse. So I did the next best thing and on my next run, changed my route!
i have no funny running stories but having already heard 2 of the 3 stories on here in person, i am still laughing hysterically at work while reading them again. please entertain me with more!
Many mornings, I run past a house in which the door wall faces my oncoming direction. Normally, the drapes are drawn tight to avert headlights of traffic but not on this day. While I was running this particular morning I noticed a two tiered display case filled with trophies. In previous times, I saw the guy that lived there and remembered that although he was a heavy smoker, he looked athletic enough so I took it at face value. I guessed this “wall” of awards could be from years gone by. I began to wonder what sport allowed him such great accomplishments! My interest was stirred. Could my neighbor be a great athlete from the past; could we have a common interest? I made it my mission to stop and inquire, the next time the opportunity presented itself. A couple weeks went by with no luck. Then, one day he was out in the driveway talking to a few people so I thought I would introduce myself and see where it went from there. As I approached the house I took a closer look at the trophy case. A wave of nausea and embarrassment overcame me….like the time I asked an overweight, female, club member when her baby was due (now that’s another story). Those weren’t trophies! That’s right; all those colorful awards were in fact various sized liquour bottles! Suddenly, the warm, kindred spirit I had felt for this guy, swiftly disappeared into oblivion. He went from an admired athlete to someone in need of serious help. What a disappointment. I’d like to say I still approached him to chat but I was too shocked to speak. It’s true; there’s always more than meets the eye.
LOL! Great post. That neighbor might be a good person to invite to the neighborhood block party. He can bring his trophy case of booze and supply all the alcohol!