Simone Warne

A late, but extremely competitive, entry in the 2007 head-slappingly-stupid comments awards. This one’s from Simone Warne/Callahan on the occasion of discovering her ex-husband has cheated on her again:

I’m angry that I was fooled again … I can’t believe he’s cheated on me again.

If that’s true, she’s possibly the only person in the western world who has any problem believing it. It’s not exactly out of character for the guy.

Running
I shelved the depressing classical music for the weekend and ran along with the headphones ringing with the joyous sounds of Cody Chestnutt, De la Soul and the birds a-twittering. 13k on Saturday morning and around 25k on Sunday morning.

Both runs were okay, but not pushing too hard. It is tapering period after all.

Dandenong Creek trail
I had a first go at the new section of the DC trail yesterday. I don’t like it. I don’t like the concrete, I don’t like the lane markings, I don’t like the huge swathe they’ve cut through the park to get the new trail in.

It was obviously built by people who build freeways: on/off ramps and plenty of room to fit a fat-arse car through. What was wrong with the old gravel track?

Skins
I’m always happy to receive comments on this blog, especially from my blogging/running colleagues. I must say this one, from Morsey last Friday left me a touch puzzled:

Shouldn’t a photo of you in your tights have been posted on your blog by now?

There speaks a blogger who has never seen me in tights.

Trust me Morsey, there are some things you don’t want to see. Anyway, as a blogger, I have a duty of care. There might be kids watching this…

Plus, there is the Paris Hilton factor: you post one harmless little porn video on the net and it’s still circulating around the place 10 years later, blighting your attempts at a serious music career.

I too might like to be a serious singer/celebutante one day. So: no tights.