Sarky people on the road (excluding races - people who are usually genuine supporters) yelling any of the following: 'are the police chasing you?'/ 'hold on, I'll join you'/ 'your mates are way up the front'/ 'hurry up, love'. Not to mention wolf whistling, stares and pointing and laughing.
From colleagues; 'why are you going all the way to Berlin for a marathon!?' / 'Don't you get really hot?' / 'I can barely run for the bus' - Bless 'em for taking an interest, but I'm still the freak that doesn't like boozing every night with a packet of crisps in each hand.
For the last few races I have done, I have noticed this same chick that most definitely has an eating disorder. (I didn't ask, I assumed since her waist was thinner than my arm, I couldn't be far out). Honestly, this poor girl is grey, and possibly the most skeletal person, supporters stare and point, other runners gawp, and I am just amazed.
How does someone that evidently eats so little find the strength to run middle and long distance races? Seriously, I was tempted to run behind her each race to call the meds if needs be.