more bad behaviour

Today’s entry was going to be all about running etiquette. You know, when to overtake, whether to politely cough, yell “track” or fall over and feign a heart attack etc.

However, in the course of 45 minutes on the Lilydale line last night the topic quickly morphed from running etiquette to train etiquette via variations on “I want to wring that guy’s neck”. (And yes occasionally I do think about what I’m going to write in advance).

I’m a creature of habit, sometimes extremely so. Everyday after work I get on the train at the same time, via the same door in the same carriage, sit in roughly the same seat, eat the same lunch (I could go on).

I also really like peace and quiet, especially after a long day’s work. There’s nothing better than sitting quietly for a while staring out the window or reading a book to recharge the batteries.

Which brings me to this guy last night.

He talks.

Now I know that doesn’t sound so bad. But really, you have to hear the guy. He barely draws breath for the whole trip. He must have some sort of circular breathing thing happening. And he talks absolute shite. It doesn’t even make sense. And it’s so effin loud. It drives me insane.

I’ve tried headphones, but I have to turn them up so loud I’m almost deafened. I’ve tried moving seats (grrrrrrr) but his voice reeeaaally travels.

The worst thing is, I know I’m being completely unreasonable. He’s not breaking any laws - no feet on the seats, or cigarettes; he probably has a ticket. You can’t just walk up to a stranger and say “shut the eff up”.

I guess the alternative is what’s happening now - I go slowly insane and presumably at some point in the future make like a disgruntled US Postal worker and/or get all medieval on his ass.

oh…

I mean to say yesterday - I did 13k including some intervals at the athletics track at Croydon at about 5:30am. I can’t believe I was doing laps of an athletics track in Croydon at 5:30am. What has my life come to?