Ran into a fatty on the trail Today is Saturday, like most Saturdays, I went to my local trail system.  These trails go up around and across three smallish peaks.  I like to run these trails with my father and anyone else I can convince to go. Today, we decided to push a little harder than usual (4 mile hill climb race thing coming up). We're grinding up the hills, then flying down, I feel like Odin is smiling upon my broad back.  3.2 miles, getting towards the end, feeling awesome, all the other fats get the fuck outta the way when they see us coming.  Not this one...  We come up on a older ham, decked out in enough expensive designer hiking gear, snack pouches and Gatorade holsters, to survive a week In the wilderness.  She was at about a 35 minute/mile pace. Troubleahead.jpg My dad was first to pass, mind you this trail is big enough for two normal people to pass each other.  My dad scoots over and passes as best he can.  This bitch has a problem, and faster than she can eat a bucket of mayonnaise, pulls out some super passive aggressive shit. "It's hiking 101, tell me you're passing on the left" The smugness was palpable.  I resisted the urge to rip her tits off and wear them like a necklace, but made sure to give her some choice words about shutting the fuck up and such. I spent the rest of my run at a higher pace fueled by rage. I hate her.  I hope I see her again next week