I had to look up how to spell "biatch." It just seems like there should be a double "e" or something in there. Adding an "a" to the original word doesn't really change the "i" sound. However, the Urban Dictionary says that's how you spell it, so that's what I'm going with.
However, the actual use of the word I'm talking about here was not biatch. It was the real thing. Directed at me. While running. And all I did was glance at a truck parked in an unusual spot on the side of the road, which apparently had a female occupant behind its tinted windows. Said occupant decided to scream the aforementioned obscenity at me just after I was past the vehicle.
Never a dull moment as a runner. I've had a few honks and whistles in the past, but apparently women have a different opinion of me when I'm running than men do. I imagined some confrontation scenarios, which wasn't very satisfying. But I'm not a confrontational person, so I just kept running. And then I thought about something I just read in Running the Edge yesterday:
So take that you cranky old lady smoker chick in the beater truck on the side of the road. I have what it takes!
However, the actual use of the word I'm talking about here was not biatch. It was the real thing. Directed at me. While running. And all I did was glance at a truck parked in an unusual spot on the side of the road, which apparently had a female occupant behind its tinted windows. Said occupant decided to scream the aforementioned obscenity at me just after I was past the vehicle.
Never a dull moment as a runner. I've had a few honks and whistles in the past, but apparently women have a different opinion of me when I'm running than men do. I imagined some confrontation scenarios, which wasn't very satisfying. But I'm not a confrontational person, so I just kept running. And then I thought about something I just read in Running the Edge yesterday:
Running is hard enough all by itself. The drive-by taunters screaming, "Run Forrest!" as you measure the road one stride at a time do not have what it takes. The millions who know they should run or at least exercise a little to take care of their bodies don't have what it takes. They cannot get off their couches or out the door for more than three consecutive weeks following a New Year's resolution. They cannot climb the mountain.
Just in being a runner, you have already succeeded in doing something many cannot.
So take that you cranky old lady smoker chick in the beater truck on the side of the road. I have what it takes!
It must be in the air. Tuesday, while running up a nasty hill in our neighborhood, somebody in a Toyota, booming way to much bass, yelled, “F**” at me. When I got to the top of the hill, I thought… “Get out of your car, and come run this hill with me… We’ll see who’s the F**” I don’t get it. I'm going to have to check out that book though.
ReplyDeleteHey, just found your blog, looking forward to future posts!
ReplyDeleteYou more then have what it takes... You go the extra mile! :)
ReplyDeletehaha this totally made my day! The roads that I run on down in Payson are full of farmers who think they own the roads and I am contantly getting yelled at or honked at. I am so glad I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteThey are all just jealous anyway! ;)
Jealousy manifests itself in really strange ways some times. And being called a biatch would only make me run faster - fear works in mysterious ways.
ReplyDeletePeople are so unbelievable sometimes! It just blows my mind what some people will waste their breath to say. Good to know you're the envy of the town!
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh out loud today. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteCurrently reading Runners Edge and loving it!
ReplyDeleteHey there! Few things.
ReplyDeleteCool post. And, I have always believed the best spelling of the word goes something like "Beeyyyoootttccheess" or "beeyotch" for short.
As for the "drive by screamers" damn they can cause some huge rage in the middle of a serene run, so I feel you. (there's a great scene in Once A Runner about this)
I was inspired to write up my own fantasy where I get revenge. Check it out: "Running And The Drive-By Screamers" a piece of flash fiction:
http://markmatthewsauthor.blogspot.com/2012/05/running-and-drive-by-screamers.html