People's reactions when you run

@jjb: I fooled around with a couple of phrases, like 'Move it!", or "Move over!" in Google translate, for a bunch of European/Middle Eastern languages. Didn't come up with anything. I'm guessing it was something to do with your mother. ;)

Yeah, I did that too. Didn't come up with anything. I kind of think he was saying, "Get some shoes!" or something. Hoped maybe someone on this site would know...
 
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I wonder if the guy was actually calling out the name, 'Emil Zatopek'? He was a runner from Czechoslovakia.
"Emil Zátopek was a Czechoslovak long-distance runner best known for winning three gold medals at the 1952 Summer Olympics in Helsinki." Wikipedia
 
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I'm out doing a nice recovery run and I'm about to pass this cute older couple walking. I've gotten pretty good at softer foot landings and minimal foot slapping, but i think i breath loudly and assumed they heard me coming. So without thinking, as I pass them I give a polite "good morning" and scare the begeezus out of the lady. I guess I've reached barefoot ninja status :)
Keep up the good work!
 
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Einstein was once asked why he didn't wear socks. He said, quite tersely, "When I was young, I found out that the big toe always ends up making a hole in a sock. So I stopped wearing socks."

It hasn't happened yet, but here is how I hope to reply one day:

Onlooker: "Hey, you aren't wearing shoes!"
Me: "Well, I used to wear shoes, but I found that the soles kept wearing down. So, I stopped wearing shoes."

Unfortunately, I have never been able to pull off a snarky pre-planned response such as this in my life. So maybe someone else can try it.
 
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A few recent ones:
- A lady says "you forgot your shoes" as I ran past (not in a nice way). I always bite my tongue with comments like that..
- A guy said "hey I like your shoes!". I said "Yeah me too, they're really cheap as well, you should try some" :)
- A car stopped to let me across a side road. The driver pointed to my feet then gave a big smile and thumbs up - these reactions are the best!
 
I took my gf hiking. She wasn't used to all the attention I received. She laughed hard when a lady looked at me a little concerned and said the usual, i lost my shoes. When i replied " ya, have you seen them?" My gf lost it. Oh the fun of being a smart ass.
 
While out for my barefoot run this morning I got "Those feet have to be cold and that has to hurt". My reply was that the feet felt great and that this is my favourite temperature to run in. The air temperature was 3°C but with the windchill it was -3°C. This is about the third time this fall where I've run in temperatures on the minus side already. Time to start the winter challenge before the snow starts flying (which it has not that far north of us here in Winterpeg).:coldfeet:
 
Let's bump this thread up again.

Today was a classic. After running some trails in the open space, I was trotting down a residential street with my Navajo rez-dog Charlie. An older gentleman and his wife were putting up Christmas lights on their pinyon trees. He saw me running barefoot and called out, "Hey, you lost your shoes!" My reply (with a big smile) was, "I lost 'em seven years ago and haven't found them yet!" I love it when they set me up like that.

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Albuquerque, Chile Republic of New Mexico
 
Seeing that it's beautiful weather for November, I was out running on the open space trails again today. A mountain biker was going uphill, and just when he was passing me (also going uphill), he noticed my bare feet and barked out, "You're crazy, man!" I called out to his back, "Seven years worth of crazy!", but evidently I was too much of weirdo to bother engaging in further conversation. Interestingly, I caught up to him a couple hundred yards further at a trial junction where he was stopped and guzzling water. I would have like to have passed him, but we went in different directions. I can tell who the serious mountain bikers are; they're strong and can easily pass me going uphill. The weekend warriors are easy to spot, too -- I can often keep up with them and sometimes overtake them going uphill. It's immensely satisfying when they're pulled over to the side of the trail puffing and panting, and my rez-dog Charlie and I trot past them at a steady climbing pace.

As I was coming back downhill, the trail I was on merged with another trail, and two lovely ladies in their late twenties were coming down the other trail with their pooch. One of them saw my bare feet and blurted out incredulously, "Bare feet?!" I pointed at Charlie and deadpanned, "If it's good enough for her, it's good enough for me" and then broke into a grin. That got a chuckle from them.

TrailDancer
Albuquerque, Chile Republic of New Mexico