To the Fat Boys club runner last night at the Hathersage Fell Race who tried to shoulder barge me into the silver car and then the first aid station on the final sprint round the field:
What's the point, you prick?
You said you were going for the "racing line". That means taking the quickest route, not deliberately trying to injure other runners. Outsprinting you was a real pleasure.
Rant over.
thanks