A confrontation that was worth it — for one of us, anyway

Central New York winters are hard enough on runners. We don't need people yelling at us from vehicles for no reason.

Frigid Central New York winters are hard enough on runners. We don’t need idiots trying to make it worse.

In more than 30 years of running the roads, I have encountered intentional bad behavior only a few times.

Once, passing teenagers spit out the window and nailed me good. A few other times, oncoming drivers have laid on the horn or veered toward me on the shoulder just for the fun of it.

On a frigid morning last winter in Central New York, it happened again. This time, I was able to do something about it.

About halfway through my daily run, I was on the left shoulder of a busy two-way road, facing traffic as I should, when I was startled by someone yelling at me from behind. It came from a vehicle heading in the same direction as I, and I didn’t see or hear it coming. It caught me off guard and scared me more than I expected.

A young man was leaning out the passenger window of a truck, yelling at the top of his voice, “Hey! What the f— are you doin’?!” or something like that. He then pulled himself back inside the truck, which went on its merry way.

Some mornings I would laugh that off. Not that morning, perhaps because of single-digit temperatures and a biting cold headwind. But I refocused on my stride and my mundane plans for the day. Not quite a mile later, as I reached the corner where I normally turn for home, I happened to look over at the convenience store across the street. There was the yeller’s truck at the fuel pump.

Decision time. Do I “let it go,” as cautious people would advise?

I crossed the street to the store, slowing to a jog and then to a walk. As I passed the truck, it appeared to be empty. Inside the store a young man stood at the counter paying for some empty calories, but there were no other customers. I asked the young man if the truck was his, and he shook his head no. I asked the clerk if she knew whose truck it was, and she said no.

Their answers didn’t pass the sniff test. I took my time and followed the young man outside, and he indeed headed toward the truck. Just as he got around to the driver’s side door, it opened from the inside and another young man suddenly jumped out.

I approached the second young man, who apparently had decided to hide in the truck as he saw me cross the street. “Excuse me, do I know you?” I asked. I must have looked quite intimidating, all 6 feet and 155 pounds of me in running clothes, winter hat and mittens.

Not gloves. Mittens.

He, a chunky fellow in his early 20s, blanched and gave a nervous, “No, sorry.”

So I asked him why he yelled at me. His reply, as he opened the passenger door and climbed back in, was that he thought he knew me. A lame answer, and we both knew it.

I grabbed onto the door, leaned toward him and asked him a favor, to please not yell at runners. I was calm at first, but my anger rose as I spoke. It’s rude, I told him, and you might pick the wrong runner and the wrong day. In fact, you just might pick a crazy runner.

As he clutched what I believe to have been chips and soda at 8 a.m., he asked, “Are you crazy?”

A good question. I think I said something like, “I’m running outside in 5-degree weather. What do you think?”

Our exchange ended without incident, because the truck pulled away (much too fast, of course) with my brave new friend lobbing F-bombs out the window. I even returned one as a courtesy.

As I jogged away, I wondered … was that worth it?


Here’s why: Despite whatever failings this young man has (including his diet), maybe there’s something within him that will make our little encounter bear fruit.

I hope he looks in the mirror one day as he shaves and feels a sense of … the easy word here would be “shame.” But any shame will come every time his friend, the driver, calls him a Nancy Boy and reminds him that he once hid to avoid a confrontation with a skinny 49-year-old man wearing mittens.

Rather, I hope he realizes this: It’s not always strength that comes in numbers; that young men, in the company of other young men, sometimes do stupid things — things they wouldn’t do if they were by themselves.

I hope he understands he got off easy this time, and that he shapes up and outgrows that kind of nonsense.

Is that crazy, to want that for young men?

Note: This incident occurred in the winter of 2006-2007, and I wrote about it shortly thereafter. I’ve edited it only slightly. 


About Jim McKeever

Writer, father, runner, advocate based in Central New York.
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15 Responses to A confrontation that was worth it — for one of us, anyway

  1. chmjr2 says:

    You took a chance. In this world of today he could have been the crazy one. If some harm had been done would it still be worth it? If not then was it really worth it? I use to live in Syracuse (still have family there) and now live in Utica. I follow the news from Syracuse and Utica. People harm each other for no or little reason. Sometimes just for getting a newspaper and morning coffee and walking out the store at the wrong time. I guess what I am saying is be careful we need all the sane people we can get.


    • Jim McKeever says:

      Thanks, Charles …. I guess it was a judgment call on my part. It could have been much worse, certainly, but for whatever reason(s), that day I wasn’t going to let it go. I truly hope the young man learned something, and will think twice (ok, once) before doing something like that again.


  2. markbialczak says:

    You obviously felt better afterward, Jim. So that’s good. I have a feeling he may have learned because the fact that he hid from you displayed some degree of owning up to owning the shame. If he had just opened the door and cursed you out some more, no, he was a non-starter in that regard.

    But, yes, Charles above is also correct. In this day and age. Careful who you approach. I must remember that lesson, too, because I take umbrage and blurt.

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  3. jeffspelblog says:

    Ya made the little punk think twice about being an asshole. Good for you. That’s livin’ and that’s one of those “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not takin’ it anymore” moments. This same thing happened to me once, back in Cleveland, when I was the asshole and stole a parking spot from a woman who waited for me to walk away, then jumped out of her car with a giant bowie knife and carved a big-ass “Z” into the paint on my passenger-side door. Ever since then I thought twice before being an asshole and I began to watch out for crazies like her that might be ready to snap…I mean crazies like you, Jim McK! BWAAA HAAA HAAA HAA!

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  4. I don’t think you were crazy Jim and maybe one day he will feel shame. I know that I have felt shame for some of the things I’ve said and done when I was in my 20s,
    Diana xo


  5. I remember years ago reading a story in a bicycle magazine about a man nearly run over by a motorist. Who thought it was funny to veer towards him. The bicyclist happened upon the driver who was parked further along his ride. He approached the man and gave him what for. The driver became very emotional and apologized. Said he couldn’t have lived with himself if he had hurt someone and has no idea why he did what he did. Sometimes it does pay to point out people’s stupidity. One time a trucker nearly ran over my husband while we were biking, I was the one who took off after the trucker. Husband got there first. When I got there….I was so graceful…..I fell over!!!! I fell over in the middle of the road across a double yellow line. When he saw this woman hit the pavement…I think I saw a look of remorse on his face. But he was an ass. And we did tell him. He told us if he ever “caught us” on the road again he would kill us. Nice people out there.


  6. You never know, mate, you might have saved a runner or cyclist from getting run over if your words had an impact on the young men. You don’t know for sure, but words count and i’ll bet the two young men won’t forget in a hurry!

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