I trail run. Every trail I run is multi-use, but really most traffic is mountain bikers.
There is a right-of-way rule for trails: People on foot yield to horses. Bikers yield to hikers and horses. All things being equal, downhill traffic yields to uphill.
I knew the rules when I first started trail running, but I was shocked at the number of asshole cyclists who would come barreling at you with no obvious intention of stopping or yielding. You wouldn’t believe the number of shitty looks I’ve gotten from bikers because I was on the THEIR trail in THEIR way.
So, out of self-preservation and courtesy, I just decided hell with it, I’ll step out of the way. No biggie. In fact, sometimes the cyclist will actually be appreciative and shoot me a ‘Thanks man, have a good run’.
Well, fuck all that. My fucking trail, bitches. Last night I had a prick coming at me and I sidestepped to make room, and felt something in my foot complain. It didn’t bother me much, but when I got up this morning and set my feet on the floor, holyshithello something is wrong.
And my run last night was my last hard run before a 10k on the 3rd that I really wanted to own. Hopefully I’ll be able to rest up enough to do it, since I have a friend I haven’t seen for like 15 years coming to town to run it as well.
So, fuck you, asshole mountain bikers. You stop your fucking bike and let me by. If I have to get a fucking shirt with the right-of-way diagram on it to wear while I run, so be it.
This rant does not apply to the two bikers who struck up a conversation with me in the parking lot after my run, and gave me a beer. Those guys were totally cool.