tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post164658066762866932..comments2023-10-11T04:09:53.564-07:00Comments on materfamilias writes: A Running Story . . .materfamiliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-49575335165965940472009-11-04T20:41:42.795-08:002009-11-04T20:41:42.795-08:00Kris: I think I'll learn from you young'un...Kris: I think I'll learn from you young'uns just to "own" my running prowess (endurance, at least) and give the next not-fast-enough challenger a run for his money. First, maybe I should take that CPR case I'm always talking about.<br />And as for feeling sorry? You would have choked laughing at the plaintive way this guy said, "Well, I'm 52 . . ."!materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-63058318821181191002009-11-04T11:07:16.354-08:002009-11-04T11:07:16.354-08:00ha! this kind of dude is so very common (and it i...ha! this kind of dude is so very common (and it is almost ALWAYS a dude). like bronwen, I take pleasure in passing them in the most humiliating manner possible. I wait for a hill or the steepest part of the stairs (or until I can see they're struggling to hold their pace after swimming/flailing for a few lengths with me right on their tail), and then I just blow right by. I am not super-fast, either, but I can hold the pace for a LONG time. though, like you, I sometimes wonder if I will wind up having to give CPR to one of them - that would learn me!<br /><br />I don't know why it's always guys - I sort of feel sorry for them. It would be a bit sad being that guy. <br /><br />- krisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-80759958843633675302009-10-28T19:39:37.732-07:002009-10-28T19:39:37.732-07:00Hilary, so between you, Rachel, and Bronwen, I'...Hilary, so between you, Rachel, and Bronwen, I'm in good genetic company! I can just imagine you and Rachel chuckling over that. <br />Miss C: I bet you're missing the running -- I'm nervous about my Achilles and keeping my fingers crossed!materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-61201580399031854912009-10-28T11:31:53.175-07:002009-10-28T11:31:53.175-07:00Chicked, huh? I've done this on the running p...Chicked, huh? I've done this on the running path by the Rideau Canal in my ugrad days. Alas, my Achilles has prevented me from running for the past 6 months or so. Great story!!!Miss Cavendishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17461488799928956875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-72709871038016602532009-10-27T22:04:40.316-07:002009-10-27T22:04:40.316-07:00This has happened to me many times, running, cycli...This has happened to me many times, running, cycling and swimming. I'm competitive and if I think a guys passing me or even keeping up with me just because I'm a woman I'll make him work for it and definitely pick up the pace. Rachel and I have had a good chuckle a couple of times after running into the run clubhouse either just in front of or close on the heels of one of the guys who for some reason never sticks around to chat.. mumbles good run and heads straight to the car.<br />I liked your jabs at the water stop, very quick!<br />HilaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-78533688664526551162009-10-27T20:28:49.510-07:002009-10-27T20:28:49.510-07:00Tiffany: My husband isn't as keen a runner as ...Tiffany: My husband isn't as keen a runner as yours, but he also occasionally meets this kind of competitive-in-a-goofy-way runner. He doesn't seem as conflicted about it as I was though -- he just passes the guy!<br />Glad you don't think I was petty -- thanks!<br />Duchesse: Thanks for understanding! Like you, I'm not out for a competition but simply to run at my own enjoyable pace. Sadly, there's not much route option on the Seawall, but happily, this fellow wasn't out to do the whole distance so he diverged after our little interchange;-)<br />Jillian: Comeuppance, the perfect word -- I guess that's exactly what I was trying to provide him!<br />Patricia: Thanks!<br />Bronwen: I'm curious to know if you do this just to be a bit of a brat (you mention taking pleasure in the passing) or simply because you have to pass to maintain your own pace, comfortably. And why doesn't it ever happen with other women? <br />(and in case other readers are taken aback that I'm accusing a commenter of brattiness, B is my daughter, so I might be able to get away with it.)materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-72235889469926713162009-10-27T12:05:33.310-07:002009-10-27T12:05:33.310-07:00This often happens in the pool and I definitely &q...This often happens in the pool and I definitely "chick" guys and take pleasure in the passing (it never happens with other women). of course the problem then is ensuring you can keep the pace up for several more laps to prove your point!<br /><br />BronwenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-46808525665844928782009-10-27T09:51:39.996-07:002009-10-27T09:51:39.996-07:00I don't really feel qualified to comment on yo...I don't really feel qualified to comment on your story, but I did enjoy it!! PatriciaPatricianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-28875730610479252262009-10-27T07:43:42.133-07:002009-10-27T07:43:42.133-07:00Justified! You didn't do anything truly rude ...Justified! You didn't do anything truly rude or mean, and men like that need a comeuppance every so often.jillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05864066847052675219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-28263811703157686082009-10-27T06:32:40.209-07:002009-10-27T06:32:40.209-07:00I don't like what he did! Poor etiquette to pa...I don't like what he did! Poor etiquette to pass you too closely and without even a nod hello.<br /><br />When I used to run, I was out for MY run. If someone clipped me, I would shout "HEY!" so they knew that wasn't sporting behaviour. <br /><br />If tried to make it into a contest, I'd change my route immediately: I was not there for someone else's purposes. (So guess I was selfish???) Only person I wanted to compete against on a pleasure run was myself- but mostly no competition, just enjoyment as you described.Duchessehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09986153653120526776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-29762683314685064532009-10-26T22:31:59.128-07:002009-10-26T22:31:59.128-07:00I loved that anecdote. I regularly hear stories li...I loved that anecdote. I regularly hear stories like this from my husband, who is a VERY keen runner - sometimes he's the one intent on keeping ahead; often he's the one setting a pace that a younger runner assumes he (note HE) can outdo; occasionally he finds himself outrun by a very athletic woman (as he did in his last marathon). I don't think you were excessively petty at all - after all, you had much to irritate you, so you deserved your moment!Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11536212906241844509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-47473280669775438592009-10-26T21:01:01.953-07:002009-10-26T21:01:01.953-07:00LBR/Mardel: I feel I quickly need to repeat that I...LBR/Mardel: I feel I quickly need to repeat that I'm not athletic beyond running and even there, I'm pretty mediocre. Interesting that I feel that need to be modest, part of all that cultural baggage around female roles, etc., Anyway, I'm like you and much more experienced with academic or professional competition than anything athletic.<br />And Mardel, I think you're right -- my daughters would simply have run past the guy, impatiently. Pater, as well, which is why he found the whole thing amusing and puzzling. For me, it was actually easier to say something to the fellow . . . hmmmm, perhaps I'm competing on terms I'm more familiar with, some verbal sparring instead of a physical competition. Interesting . . .materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-26278196044315570362009-10-26T20:28:52.440-07:002009-10-26T20:28:52.440-07:00I've never heard that term before either and I...I've never heard that term before either and I can't think of any athletic endeavor where I've even been close to considering the possibility. But like Belette, I have chicked quite a few guys in academic and professional endeavors and gloated as well. <br /><br />I have experienced this kind of thing sometimes, and I always feel annoyed, but not enough necessarily to "chick" the offender, or perhaps I am afraid I can't live up to the faster pace. It would probably be better just run ahead than waste energy being irked. I sometimes wonder if it is a generational thing, something many of my female friends seem to share, but which never occurs to our daughters.Mardelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04850551308931710502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-66896608939319247652009-10-26T19:57:41.041-07:002009-10-26T19:57:41.041-07:00I have never heard the term "chicked" be...I have never heard the term "chicked" before and I certainly have never chicked a guy in any athletic endeavor. In academic endeavors I have chicked a guy or two and even gloated over it. I can be pretty competitive if pushed and that is why I do better exercising on my own rather than in group settings. I quit paying attention to my own pace and range and look to see what others are up to. Not good for me.La Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.com