Actually, once I'm outside my actual neighborhood, that's pretty much how it is. It's all smiles and waves and if I'm lucky, I might run into the one cyclist in town (I'm the only runner in town right now) and she'll slow down and ride next to me while I run and chat with me....she's real cool.
Inside my actual neighborhood is where the silliness is. I think I'll just ignore them or, if the opportunity arises, poke a little fun at 'em.
Actually, the only dirty look I can recall getting outside my immediate neighborhood was from the big ol' snapping turtle that was lumbering across the road while I was running intervals the other day...needless to say, I didn't take that personally .