After saying the other day I had pnly once been heckled while running, I got a second upleasant comment today, three times.
I went for a little run at Stourhead while my family walked the dog in the woods. I did 5 laps of the lake. There were a fair few other visitors there, some of who were amused as I passed them multiple times and made encouraging or humourous commets. Except one cantakerous old curmudgeon. As I passed him and his group the first time, he stopped and glared at me hands on hips, in the middle of the path. I went round him and thought little of it.
Second time around, he saw me coming from further away and as I drew level hissed "Showoff!"
I was quite surprised at this - I was not running fast or in an ostentaious manner (I am not even sure how one does?) and even more so when he did it again, louder the next time round, and this time he really spat it out. His look was really venomous. He really didn't like me.
One more lap around and there he was again. However this time I had been mulling over an articulate and witty retort worthy of Oscar Wilde if he said it again.
He did. properly barking it this time. Nothing else each time just the two words (or one word?)
My reply showed similar economy, indeed I actually borrowed the latter of his two words, changing only the first to a versatile Anglo-Saxon imperative.
Happily he took my suggestion because on my final turn around teh lake he was gone.
Some people just don't like runners. Sometimes I can't be bothered rising above it.