A dog passed me in a 5k. What do you call that?

That one hurt, but i guess i set myself up for it :wink:

I just got started 3 years ago. After being pretty much dormant for last 20 or so .I have at least another good 10 years of gettting better.

you got “pup’d”

I once did a 5K where a big dude with a weenie dog ran in a shirt that said “you just got passed by a fat dude with a weenie dog” on the back of it. People picked up the pace after he passed them!

Dave

 Not sure which is worse, but I got "strollered" in a 5k.  I ran 18:40ish, and was passed in the last mile by a guy pushing his kid in a baby jogger.  Thousands of people in the race, so he had to have started well toward the back as well.  I did recover, and have moved on in life, but it's left indelible marks on my psyche, so be careful.  ;)

You got “Woofed”.

Wow strollered and you did under 19. Hell I am still trying to break 20. Fingers crossed hoping this fall.

At the speed you were moving you were lucky not to be “lamp posted” or “hydranted” by the dog…

Well yes at the last mile I think you are right. But I was 30 or 31 out of like around 300 runners. So he had a lot more slower targets then me.

No one’s offered “pooched” yet?

You got scoobied
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If you got strollered and went under 19, just tip your hat and move on. Not a lot you can say about that.

You got beaten Doggie Style.

Count your blessings. I once heard a story about a guy who did research on perciariumized (cutting of the sack that surrounds the heart) and exercise trained pigs. The guy was supposedly a 2:40 marathoner and would take a pig or two on a leash. Can you imagine running 2:40:30 and realizing you were getting beaten by a pig on a leash? I guess you would have to say you got porked. It could be enough to make you turn sedentary.

If I saw a dude running past me while on 2:40:xx pace in a marathon with pigs in tow, I’m pretty sure my first visit would be to a psychiatrist.

Well I am good there unless he was late and got mixed up with th 4:00 guy’s.

A 42yr old woman in my running club went 39:31 in a 10k pushing a stroller with a 35-40lb kid in it. A BUNCH of dudes felt rather emasculated that day

back in 84 when I first moved to Mobile, AL the first 5km a ran there, this dog started running with me after about 100 yards and stayed with me all the way around the course to the finish. I ran a 14:31 and he looked like he was just lopping along having a good time.

My lab/hound mix, Lemon, and I constantly wrestle over who sets pace-- hers being faster, of course. Once she settles down, she still helps me run more economically. I try to keep just a little slack in the leash and not bounce around too much, and BOOM-- a better stride. The guy with the weimaraner had a huge advantage; he basically brought a technical coach as well as a tow!

You got hounded
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I’d say you got “Lassied”
.

One of my favorite childhood shows comes to mind with lassied. I got " Rin Tin Tinied " . I know I got the lunchbox somewhere.