In the summer months a buddy of mine would stash gatorade bottles along his route.

Apparently one of the mornings he discovered someone had dumped the G-ade and peed in the bottle. Since the flavour was lemon-lime he never knew what hit him until the first mouthful.

Talk about replenishing your sodium.

His mistake but my lesson to gain - ever since I carry fluids with me on my runs and never stash. Ick.

quote:<HR>Originally posted by iLoveNature:
This hasn't happened before or since (I suspect it will again, though) but I was running a trail a few months ago and had just let some bikers pass by when moments later I proceeded to kiss the ground hard, letting loose the usual expletives. I suspect I must have tripped over a root or something but I was too busy licking my wounds to notice.

Thankfully I didn't fall into any poison ivy which I am highly allergic to and that the bikers had already cruised up the trail and apparently never noticed my tumble. I laugh now whenever I think about it.

I hope my embarrassing moments stay that tame! <HR>

quote:<HR>Originally posted by redrunner3:
Well, we have all peed on ourselves, right?
Or is that just me?<HR>

ummmm, well, yes I have. Twice in my last race. Important thing was....I WAS hydrated...does that make it better, lol.

Most embarrassing? That would have to be when I was first running about 7 years ago. I had been running on the packed dirt area alongside the San Gabriel River bike/ped path. Lots of snake holes and squirrel holes, but I was so sure of myself, I figured I knew where they all were and simply jumped over them gracefully. I was AWESOME! But I was soon to realize what happens when you are more concerned with looking cool than running cool . . .

Well, this one morning, I was really tired and starting plodding a bit, yet still watching where my feet went. But when a man and a woman, very fit, came biking by, I sped up, looked straight ahead, and sought to look fast and confident??for them.

You guessed it. Tripped on the rim of a hole, went face down (luckily only hit my chin but skinned up my hands and right knee pretty bad) and let's just say it was none too graceful and definitely not cool looking. I jumped back up super fast as I was so embarrassed. The guy got off his bike and asked to help me, but I smiled through my teary eyes and yelled that I was OK and thanked him anyway and ran away as fast as I could.

NEVER happened again. I learned that I am not there to be put on display for other people. Since then, I have become fairly oblivious as to how I look and instead just simply LOOK. I watch the road. Oh, and no, I don't run the snake hole maze anymore.

Lesson learned.

Liebling

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Speaking of filthy mouths... This isn't as embarrassing as some, but its fresh.
This morning I went for a nice, relaxing 15 mile run on a trail in the woods. I didn't see a single other person the whole time, except at the worst moment. After about 12 miles, I was approaching the top of a hill a little too fast, and my legs were hurting. As the hill insisting on continuing after I felt that it would be more polite for it to level off, I let out a powerful loud and obscene yell (this is fairly out of character) to convince it. Of course, the next moment two nice looking older ladies emerged from around the corner on their bikes, looking at me like I was a maniac.

I forgot my sports bra one day so wore the lacy bra I had on already out on my run with my squad. I figured it was supportive enough, so what was the problem? I finished our 10.6km run, then walked back through the gym in my white running shirt to the changing rooms. It wasn't until I got home that I realised there was a big long streak of blood down one side of the shirt... Uh, slight chafing issues! I consoled myself with the thought that at least I looked hardcore!

Oh, and there was the time I was running along the waterfront past a row of luxury houses. I was so busy checking out one of the houses that I tripped over a low retaining wall and nearly face-planted it in the sand.

quote:<HR>Originally posted by CowboysFan1:
The dog ran out into the street causing two or three cars to lock up their brakes! NO, the dog didn't get hit! <HR>

Not a funny moment for me. A few weeks back I scared a deer, and he jumped out into the road. A reasonably well travelled road under normal conditions.

Not really a big deal since it was 5 AM, but if it had been 6 AM, the deer would have either been hit, or a car might have sweved into ME to avoid the deer.

Now, the above being said....the most embarassing thing that could have happened to me was, at 4 AM, in the pitch dark one morning, I ran right into someone's mailbox. Fortunately, for me, it was 4 AM and pitch dark, so no one saw me.

http://This message has been edited by TechTee (edited Sep-09-2007).

I was running on a road with many overhanging branches in the street. I was trying to avoid them when a funeral procession came by so I hopped up onto the sidewalk. I was trying to dodge the brances when somhow my ponytail got caught in one of them. Instead of it ripping my hair out it totally yanked me back and then snapped off. I had this giant branch sticking out of my hair with the funeral procession driving by. I stopped to try to pull it out but it was caught so bad I had to break the branch and run with half a branch in my hair until I got home. I had about 2 miles to go and kept laughing hysterically the whole way at how I must have looked. When I I got home I had to cut it out.

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Jessiker