Readers Roundtable: The Guy Who Got Chicked! (And His Crazy Response)

This guy in the 2010 Iowa Games Tri looked none too pleased when passed by Hannah Roeder, who went on to win the women's field!  Img via Phil Roeder on flickr.
This guy at the 2010 Iowa Games Tri looked none too pleased when passed by Hannah Roeder, who went on to win the women’s field! Img via Phil Roeder on flickr.

Salty Running might be a women-focused site, but man-oh-man, do we ever love men!  They’re our friends and dads and husbands and sons, and they make especially good running companions for those women who train on the faster side.  They give us little flutters in our hearts and make us roll our eyes, and best of all is when they make us laugh!

And nothing makes me laugh more than when a guy gets upset after I pass him.  Oh, you boys and your silly egos!

Even the most non-competitive runner gets a little thrill when she passes someone. It’s not necessarily anything personal, of course; it’s just a natural response to feel a little positive energy.  As someone who’s been passed many times myself, I don’t take it personally when someone passes me, but not everyone is so magnanimous.  Especially when it comes to guys getting passed by us.

So today let’s talk about guys’ reactions to getting chicked!

We want to know what is the craziest, weirdest or funniest thing someone has done when you passed them (or attempted to pass them) in a race or a training run! 

As always, we’ll share our own answers in the comments!

Salty Running boss and mother of 3 little ones with PRs of 3:10:15 (26.2), 1:25:59 (13.1) and 18:15 (5k). I love to write about running culture, mental training, and fitting in a serious running habit with the rest of a busy life.

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  1. A guy friend I sometimes run with just cannot deal with it when I beat him in a race. It’s all excuses and lies and patheticness. It’s really sad, because he’s a good guy most of the time.

    For example: Last summer we ran a half together. He had to stop for a bathroom break, which allowed me to finish several minutes ahead of him. But he’d stopped his Garmin when he stopped, and so he vehemently insisted–would probably still insist–that his chip time didn’t count; the Garmin time was his REAL time. Um, not really how it works…but in his fantasy world, needless to say, he beat me.

  2. I ran a 5k last weekend and PR’d. Just over a quarter mile from the end I came up to a man, he turned around to look at me as I passed and looked surprised. Moments later, looking like he was doing all he could, he passed me. Apparently satisfied, he slowed down, which allowed me to pass him again. When he again turned to look at me, he was more upset than surprised. 5 steps before the finish, he passed me again. I just laughed and was happy he was able to save his ego because I wasn’t racing him, just chasing a PR. I hope I motivated him to a PR, too.

  3. If you think boys are bad when they get chicked on the run… They are 10x worse when biking. I can’t tell you how many times I have passed guys with their $10,000 bikes, aero helmets, electric shifting, nutrition, aero clothing.. And they look at me like WTF as I zoom by on my little bike. And what’s even better… When they realize I am older than ten when they see my age on my calf. It gives me motivation and proves that you can have all of the best gear, but it is still about the engine!

    During IM Florida in 2013, I came up on this guy and legally passed this guy about 10 miles into the bike. Aero helmet, Trek speed concept bike which is about $7,000, all decked out in expensive gear. After a few minutes, I heard someone coming up on me breathing really heavy, so I made sure I was out of the way so he could make the pass. It was the same guy who sped past me, then got in front of me… Only to slow down! I had to pass him so that I didn’t get penalized for drafting. He got pissed and passed again. This went on for awhile.

    Soon, this other woman came up on us and was cycling pretty hard, and she was 55!! She passed us both, then I went. The guy then caught us exerting so much. Then I was in 3rd, and when I passed him again, he yelled F—!!!! This woman and I worked off each other as best we could legally, we just decided to drop him. I couldn’t help but laugh and also nearly thank him for making almost 25 miles of the ride so entertaining! He obviously forgot he needed to ride 112 miles then run a marathon! Girl power!

    1. That is the truth! When I first started triathlon, all I had was a mountain bike. I couldn’t afford an actual road bike, so I put road tires on it and called it a day. In my second ever race, I managed to pass a few people, and one guy was LIVID that “the girl on the f-ing mountain bike” had just passed him. I’m still not sure what made him more angry: that I was a woman or that I passed him on my “hybrid.” Ha ha ha!

  4. He’ll probably kill me for saying this, but I ran my first road race post-hip surgery this past spring, and I convinced my husband to do it with me. It was a 4-miler through Edgewater Park in Cleveland, and part of the course entailed this killer steep hill right in the middle of the course (some of you know exactly what hill I mean). As most of you know, I LOVE running hills. When we started out, I set the pace, and it was a little slow. I didn’t warm up much before the race, so I was going to use the first mile to get into my groove. My husband grew impatient and sped up. “I’ll see you at the finish,” he said to me over his shoulder when he picked up the pace and took off in front of me. “Suuure,” I thought to myself with a smirk. I knew right where I would have him. Sure enough, when I hit that hill, I glided up the steep incline with no problem, and who should a meet along the way, huffing and puffing, practically walking: my dear and loving husband. In the most saccharine tone I could muster, I chirped “Hi honey!” as I strode by him, confident and bolstered by passing the man who was sure he would beat me. I finished a couple of minutes ahead of him, so I made sure to wait for HIM at the finish line. :) Side-note: he was an incredibly great sport about the entire thing, and was very happy for me that I did so well at my first race back at it.

  5. That time I won a local 5k. The whole thing. I will remember it in the old folks home. I guess all the fast guys were out doing cooler races that day. The race director was a bit bummed giving out the awards. I wanted overall overall LOL. not just overall female. That being said I do tris and I love love love rolling past the dudes with the superfly bikes and the disc wheels.

  6. This summer I was doing MP miles in hot humid conditions along the river in Harrisburg. It was August and I was still at the 7:00/mi range, but still that got some attention.

    But the day I really felt like I Chicked some people was this summer when I passed my parents’ neighbors on bikes while doing an MP workout.

  7. Salty, yes! I HATE being passed on an easy run, and have to force myself to not speed up so as to not ruin the recovery or the next day’s speed work.

  8. I was training for my first marathon this fall when I struck up a conversation with a guy who was training for the same race and had run several marathons before. He asked me whether I had a goal in mind, and I told him that I was training to qualify for the Boston Marathon. He responded, “let me give you some advice. For your first marathon, throw your time goal out the window and just try to finish.” I was a bit taken aback and wondered whether he would have given me that same “advice” if I had been a man (I highly doubt it). Needless to say, I ignored that guy’s unsolicited advice, BQ’d with almost five minutes to spare, and ended up beating him by nearly twenty minutes.

  9. I spent a couple weeks working as a waitress at a kids’ summer camp just before my sophomore year of high school. I wasn’t a “real” runner yet, but I WAS a competitive gymnast at that point and I ran to keep in shape for my floor routines (which required a good amount of endurance!) I started running before work in the mornings. A couple days into the season, one of the male dishwashers got a little flirty with me. I was 100% socially awkward and had NO idea how to respond to boys at that point. None. I hadn’t had a boyfriend yet, so I was just lost.

    The guy asked if I wanted to hang out sometime, and my bright idea was to suggest that he join me on one of my runs before the breakfast shift (it was a camp in the middle of nowhere, so we all lived in staff cabins for the summer.) I’m pretty sure he was hoping for dinner and a movie in town or something, but he rolled with it and we met for a couple miles one morning. Unfortunately, my nerves took over and I TOOK OFF at who-knows-what-pace. Of course, the poor guy (who was definitely not a runner…) couldn’t let a GIRL outrun him, so the date-run ended up being a date-SPRINT. I don’t think we spoke 10 words to each other – I know now that it was because he could barely breathe but, at the time, I thought it was because he was trying to be super-focused. I just kept running faster, afraid that I was running too slowly for him and thinking that he wanted to speed up. He, of course, was simply trying not to get chicked (and trying not to show that he was dying…) so he’d drop the pace even more every time I did.

    We made it back to camp, where the poor guy ended up puking into the bushes. Twice. He stumbled back to his cabin mumbling something about having to go get ready for work, but he was so sick/beat up that he never made it to the kitchens that day. He spent the entire day in bed and then basically avoided me for the rest of our season at camp. I was a little bummed ‘cuz I’d actually had a pretty good time with him! It was probably one of the worst “dates” ever, though…. :)

  10. As a runner, my rule is to run my own race. I don’t care if an 80-year old man passes me.
    I’m looking to pass guys with a little grey in their hair. That’s how I can tell they are probably in my age bracket.
    I don’t mind dueling with a young lady at a race. It makes me run harder and sometimes I pull ahead. If I don’t pull ahead no biggie, I still ran a little faster than I would have if I ran alone.

    1. That’s great! I often have to simmer myself down when I’m supposed to be recovering and someone (probably in my head) smugly passes me. Gotta do what’s right for ourselves! But in a race, if you can you gotta try to stick with the passer and then thank them for pushing you :)

      1. I love when you end up with a (total stranger) “race buddy” and you can thank each other for the competition at the end!

  11. Some guy I beat at a 4 miler a few years ago was caught by my husband loudly complaining that I “needed to eat a steak.” Ugh, body shaming out of bitterness. Patrick wouldn’t tell me which guy it was– I wanted to make him follow through and take me out for dinner. But since I beat all the men except one, it would have been difficult to narrow down which one was the jackass. ;)

  12. I often run in New York’s Central Park, and have had a runner move way to the right in an unsuccessful attempt to physically prevent me from passing her. On another occasion, I passed a woman on every hill, and she speeded up and passed me on flatter ground, until I passed her again on the next hill, but we both laughed about it. Men seem to dislike being passed by a woman but I have never had them react aggressively.

    1. Usually when I pass it’s something like the latter experience. Sometimes if I pass someone I’ll run with them for a few minutes and chat. One time a guy did that to me and we ran together for a little while and he told me about a race he was putting on which lined up perfectly with a training run I needed to do. Passing can be a way to meet new running friends! But it won’t work if you’re body blocking the passer! Crazy!

  13. A few years ago I was doing a tempo run on a paved path at the local park. I was running along and up ahead I saw a guy on roller blades, with ski poles and 2 little dogs on leashes tied to him running along side him. It was odd. But then I passed him and it got really weird! He tried to keep up with me and all the while he had a conversation with his dogs about me. “Come on! We have to keep up with this lady!” and on and on. He was getting mad at the dogs! Those poor little dogs! And then he started yelling up to me to tell me how usually he rides 4:00 a mile, but how his dogs were slowing him down today. It was all very very weird. All this for 4 miles! Since then I’ve tried to stick to tempos on the road!