I wouldn't stop for anything. Nothing comes between me and my run.
The other day I passed a guy who's car had broken down and he gave me a pathetic "help me" look. I looked at him and didn't break stride as I ran past his lack of self reliance.
I figure "helping people" is a good job for the walkers.
whose.
see? i helped myself.
you are the kind of runner that give the general public bad predispositions about runners being cocky and selfish...ass hole.
hey troll
I once helped a kid up who had slipped right in front of me during the State Meet. He outkicked me two minutes later and never said thank you.
So, yes, I stop and help people all the time(although I didn't stop during the race, I just pulled him up as I ran by), but I do reserve the right to bitch about it for years afterward. Fair?
I was out for a 10mi recovery jog the other day and there was this poor guy by the side of the road whose car had broken down. I stopped and let him use my cell to call AMA.
Later, a few miles down the road I passed this really self-serious looking prick waddling at maybe a 9min pace. As soon as I went by he picked it up. He managed to hang on for 3/4 of a mile before I dropped him. I wasn't even breaking 6:45 miles!
good thing you didn't stop, but i'll get what's in your purdy short shorts next time.
watch out for clowns.
Do you all really have no life, or do you get that much entertainment out of each other's useless posts???
A few years ago, in the midst of yet another "comeback" I was just finishing up a 10 miler, which was my long run at the time, about 65 minutes. This is a fall morning along East Cliff Drive between Capitola and Santa Cruz, the Wharf to Wharf route. I'm about a half-mile from home when a woman in her late 30's (that means a youngster to me) passes going the other direction, cruising pretty good herself, obviously a competitive runner. A couple of seconds later I hear her go "hey" and look around and she has turned and is following me. She makes some comment about my pace and then says "I had an abdominal aortic aneurisym 6 months ago and this is my first long run since then, would you mind running me home to make sure I make it OK?"
Knowing how serious a AAA is, I said sure, despite the fact that I was at the outer range at the time. Plus it was a nice day, sun just breaking up the fog along Pleasure Point, which is aptly named, so what the hell. How far out are you?
"About 4 or 5 miles." Uh, OK. I figured to do 2 or 3 and make sure she was alright. Commenced to hear the horror story of her aneurysm episode and then didn't have the heart to bag out until I reached her door. Figured she'd offer me a ride back, but we get to her place and it was "OK, thanks a lot. I guess I'm going to be OK." Not so much as a sip of water.
Got back home and the wife was all "what the hell happened to YOU?" Went through the scenario in my mind of where the discussion would go when I said "well I was just about finished when I met this woman in tight shorts and a sports bra who asked me to run her home and ..." so instead just said I felt good and decided to go long.
Discretion is the better part of valor.
well played with the ball and chain.
too bad about helping that idiot woman runner.
2:20 marathoner wrote:
I wouldn't stop for anything. Nothing comes between me and my run.
The other day I passed a guy who's car had broken down and he gave me a pathetic "help me" look. I looked at him and didn't break stride as I ran past his lack of self reliance.
I figure "helping people" is a good job for the walkers.
You do this yet you won't sack up and run the Olympic Trials? Good priorities. I look forward to helping motorists and kicking your ass on a daily basis.
I once stopped to help push a car, but the guy in the car steered it into a ditch. When he told me to help further I said I wasn't superman and proceeded on with my run.
have fun finishing 58th.
I was running on a gravel road after a snow storm, there were some pretty high drifts on a few parts of the road. A guy a few years younger than me in high school was stuck in the snow so I helped him push it out. It took us about 10 minutes but it didn't bother me at all, he was thankful I was there to help.
One Saturday afternoon, I was out doing 18 miles and right at the halfway point, I came upon a car accident that must have happened moments before I got there. Some kids in a car skidded around a curve on a back road and slammed sideway into a tree. Just as I ran up, a lady in an SUV was stopping, already on her cell phone to call in the emergency.
The kids were groaning, probably busted ribs and bones, but only the driver had blood on him, running down his forehead. They were all (four) cognizant, I don't think they were drunk. As long as they were talking I figured I'd tell them to stay still and that help was coming. I turned the ignition off and a few minutes later, help arrived.
It was a narrow road, and with a couple of emergency vehicles there, it was pretty much blocked. I ran up about a quarter mile to stop traffic and divert down another street. I was a sight - sweaty with tights on (late November in New England) with my hands up to stop traffic. Drivers politely complied and after both ambulances left, and the police car pulled off the road, traffic was clear to go and I finished my run.
I don't think I could live with myself if I callously ran by that scene.
About 20 years ago some old woman wanted me to help start her lawnmower. I told her I couldn't and just ran right by her. I still feel like a jerk for not stopping to help.
I was finishing a morning run before work last spring and saw a car with a flat tire along the side of the road. It was POURING down rain. A middle-aged woman was in the driver’s seat with what appeared to be her mother in the passenger seat and three young children in the back. Despite the fact that I was already drenched, I stopped and told her I’d change the tire for her. I did so, told her it was fixed, she looked to see if any cars were coming, and then sped off. No thank you….she didn’t even make eye contact with me when I told her I was finished.
I vowed never to stop to help anyone during a run again.
Ironic this came up.
Last night, was out for a 6-mile out-and-back. Just before the turnaround, tiny little boy standing at the very end of a long driveway on a dirt road. Might have been 2-years-old, max. Can't see anyone around...hmmm...
Up the road, turn around, coming back. Now I see same toddler IN THE ROAD...with his maybe-3-year-old sister. =8-0 This time I stop and ask where Mommy & Daddy are. No answer. I ask if they are home, and I get a meek "yeah". Run up the driveway, attached garage is open and door to inside also open. I hear a vaccum running. See the Mom with her back to me vaccuming in the hallway, a nd I knock on the open door and startle her. She turns the vaccum off, and I ask if those are her kids, and tell her they are playing in the road.
She freaks, says "OMG", throws on slippers and runs down the driveway behind me. I continue on and hear her in the background giving the kids heck.
Wonder how long they would have been out there had I not stopped...
my wife and I were running when we saw an older lady had fallen and was having trouble getting up. We ran over and helped her up, my wife looked down and she had blood on her from the lady. It isn't a good feeling to see blood on you from someone you don't know but she was fine.
I have helped push cars out of snow numerous times. I feel a lot better helping people than getting in a run.
Although in college we had two freshmen girls that were out on a run and an old guy in a car said he needed help. They went over to the car and he was naked from and touching himself so woman should definitely be careful.
It would depend on the scenario. I have stopped to help push a car out of a snow bank.
In your case, the car was broken down. Unless you happen to be running with an excellant set of tools, what were you going to do to help him?
Your reason for not stopping may have been despicable, but in this case, it was the right choice.
Congrats on the 58th place.