Worst or Funniest Running Story (Read 849 times)

Describe either your worst or funniest running experience... I was out in the country 5 miles from home. I felt a couple of gurgles, and needed to have a sit down. No toilet in sight. Squatted in a cornfield and thank god I had a t-shirt to use because I often run in the summer without one. Honorable Mention: Showed up for a race at Indiana Dunes Park (The Zoy Run) in November 1997 still drunk from the night before. Sat in the car drinking beer before the race. It's an 8 mile trail run and you have to run through a couple of waist deep creeks...sobered right up.

The first race I ever ran was a 5k. Of course they gave me a timing chip and I had no idea what it was for and no idea where to put it. So I attached it to my bib with a safety pin. Needless to say the chip never registered and I have no recorded time for my first race. duh

My best story came in Early October I think my sophomore year of college. We were running through a quarry, and found a spot where we decided it was a good idea to "hop" down about 30 feet of sand. Basically, part of the cliff edge eroded to the point where there was a steep decline, and hopping down was fun and all. We got back up to the top, decided collectively it was good nobody got their ankles twisted or hurt in any way, and that it was time to run back to the school. One guy looks over the edge in a different part of the cliff, and says, "There's a lot of sand down there. I bet it would be a pretty soft landing." I told him that he'd be a bigger man if he didn't jump, we all turned around and started running back to the school, and we heard a scream from what sounded like a 10-year-old girl. We turned around and Mark was gone. We ran to the bottom, where he had landed in the sand, which immediately compacted and became as hard as cement. This was probably about a 20 foot drop at that point. A couple guys ran back to the school for a car while the rest of us carried him over a fence and a river to the nearest point the road came to the quarry, brought him to the emergency room, and learned that I was right. He compacted his vertebrae about 3 millimeters, so he was actually shorter now than he had been. He would have actually been a bigger man had he not jumped. For Naked Stories: We used to do naked relays every few months in college during or after a party. 9 people were involved - 4 men, 4 women, and whoever was soberest to drive. Kinda like a beer mile, except you only do one lap and your naked, men vs women. It was always fun, since the guys usually like to tuck in right behind the women so the race is always close. One year, a few were a bit less sober than usual (which is saying something) and one of the ladies started rolling around in the grass on the infield. At the same time, one of the guys was relieving herself. I don't think she realized that it hadn't started raining for a bit since she was still laughing and rolling around and he was just so dumbfounded that it didn't occur to him to stop or to turn. That's the same guy that used to be "Super Captain Naked Man" and do his solo streaking with the sole intent of getting the fat campus safety guys to chase him. One time it took 8 laps of the apartment complex (about 1/2 mile to the lap) before they did, in 40 degree weather. All he had on was a cape, a mask that went over and around his eyes, and running shoes.

Funniest: Naked Mile

What's your PR? How'd you place in your age group? Good crowd support?

I thought it was called blowing mud?

Good catch, Lank. It goes by many names, but the result is always the same -- never pretty.

What's your PR? How'd you place in your age group? Good crowd support?

Oddly, the crowd seem much more supportive when the ladies went by -- they didn't pay me much mind. They did seem to feel my pain when I wiped out, though. You can find all of the time and AG placement info at dilligaf.com

Last summer, during one of my trail runs when I FIRST started running outside, I fell ill to the first ever attack of runner's intestinal issues. I was horrified and had to make a decision FAST. So I started walking into the woods to pick my spot. Did the awful deed, no toiletries or anything! Then, as I came out of the woods and back onto the trail, I quickly spotted another person coming towards me on the trail. I tried to play it cool and say "hi" as i passed her, but she didnt want ti have anything to do with me. I think she saw my awful deed! I've never felt so ashamed for dessecrating a county park!!

We need to know how far you had gone in flash mode. That's a great one.

Usually the ones that involve me doubled over ready to puke