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And I have no idea why, except maybe their fees-fees get hurt easily?
I like to run for fitness, and this morning, I went to a track-and-field at my local community college to do my usual run. There were a couple of other runners there, so I decide to pick a lane that neither runners were using and I start running a few laps. Everything was all good: it was sunny, the air smelled nice, the grass was freshly cut, it felt peaceful. After running a few laps, I usually start switching between running/walking for the rest of my workout and this is what I do this time.
As I am doing a small stretch of walking, suddenly one of the runners, a man in his early 50's, probably, with lots of grey hair, suddenly comes up from behind me and cuts me off when he gets a foot in front of me to run in the same lane I'm in (there are 7 other lanes open btw). Around this point, is where I usually start running again (I walk/run specific areas of the track), so I begin jogging. In no time at all, I catch up to the guy who is now in front of me, so I go into the next lane so that I can pass him. As soon as I start gaining on him, he starts to speed up, I GUESS because he didn't want to feel bad about anyone going faster than him (oh no). Super annoying, but I'm not going to force myself to run slow to make everyone else feel better, so I speed up and run like gazelle and easily overtake him lmao. Then I go in front of him to get back in my original lane and continue running my usual speed. I keep doing this for a while longer, just switching between walking/running my laps. I don't even run very fast mind you, but the entire time he wasn't able to catch up until later when I start catching up to the other runner (a woman) and I go 2 lanes over to begin passing her. As soon as I pass her, suddenly the guy comes up SPRINTING from behind and passes us both in the lane between me and the other woman.
He's huffing and puffing with a pool of seat on the back on his t-shirt (I'm still running at my slow speed and barely breaking much of a sweat) and he sprints just a little bit longer until he gives out and he goes in front of me in my lane and makes a big show of stopping and then walking off the track, all while panting and coughing.
Wow dude. You really showed me. You really gave it your all so you could overpass me, a woman who barely reaches 5''1, by 15 feet and then decided you were done. Meanwhile, I kept going on and on and on. He went to sit in his car after and didn't leave until I finished my workout and was doing my cool down lap + sit ups.
Is this supposed to turn me on? Is this supposed to put me in "my place" or something? What is the message here? Don't mess with mens? I barely even understand yall. Yall think that a relationship with your gym weights is more fulfilling than one with a woman. I'm not impressed.
I'm more impressed by guys who aren't flakey and actually responds promptly to all of my texts. Sad. I know. The bar is melting in the inferno. Maybe put that energy into building meaningful relationships and doing well in your occupation instead of getting big mad about some random girl at the track-and-field. I'm not trying to compete with geriatrics anyways. Leave me be to have a nice workout🙄
I took up crocheting as a hobby and showed a male friend one of my practice swatches. He told me that he was better at crocheting than me because he did it as a child or something like that. This was like three days after I learned to crochet. Simplest explanation is crippling insecurity and low self esteem. They are afraid to compete with other men like this because other men will mock them mercilessly or possibly attack them if they feel they’re being blatantly disrespected.
These are the types of men who will go on a Disney cruise, get into a Star Wars trivia contest with a 7 year-old, and actually play to win rather than just letting the child win.
Ah yes, nothing says healthy masculinity more than the guy who can't be beat by a woman in ANY circumstance — especially ones that have zero impact on his life.
One Minute Man prob had to call his cardiologist while he was sitting in his car
Hehehehe
So one of my exes was just the most hilarious manchild, which at the time was a great change of pace from outright abuse. Anyway, we went on a trip with his brother and SIL to Alaska one fall (rented a camper, went up the Dalton Highway, was a great trip, highly recommend).
This guy and his brother COULD NOT stop uselessly competing over everything.
Me and SIL start to make a fire, obviously we have girly weak wood and they need to chop some wood. These fools end up chopping two entire trees of wood just to see who was better at chopping wood.
Who knew the correct pressure to pump the tires to (argued over 2 psi for a half hour).
Who was the better shot (while quite literally shooting into the abyss/not at any target)
Who knew better when to down-shift the camper.
Who could think up more entirely made up "facts" about the wilderness.
This happened to me at the gym once. A guy on the next rack along made a really big show of outlifting me on overhead press. Which he could do, easily. Because he's, you know, a man. I really hope he enjoyed his guaranteed (non) victory.
Runner here!
Oh god, I hear you so much. I find that many middle-aged men in my running club are (more often than not) casually dropping in details when we’re warming up of their aches and pains, upcoming races, previous prowess. It drives me fucking mental. I’m not there to compete or be dazzled by you, I’m there to train.
I put it down to fragile masculinity and poor social skills.
I'm sorry that Mr Dusty had to clog up your lane, sis. Wish him and his sweaty t-shirt well and keep trucking.
God this is so annoying. I have a coworker who is a mysoginist nepo baby and very jealous of me since I'm actually talented in my career. anytime someone compliments my work or is talking about it I've noticed he starts doing weird physical fitness tests? like push competition. he tried to goad me into joining a dragon squat challenge for a month straight until I said, 'I don't give a shit about that dude'
Men turn everything into a competition. It's exhausting. Do I have to put up with his coffee cup being cooler than mine? I don't care. Why do they make every fucking little thing a competition? I don't care if they act that way with other men, but it's stunted social skill & has no place in a relationship. That's not "fun" for me. Truly I just want to be in my own space without having to constantly deal with some dude turning it into a competition. You pee faster than me? Good for you.