My office has had the heat on all week despite temps in the upper 70s, so my brain is fried.

Here, instead of my usual witty commentary, are some links to things I've read this week:

Running skirts have made the New York Times. Does that mean that I'm ahead of the curve, or does that mean that the trend is over? Eh, who cares. It's capri season now, anyway.

A not-very-well written article sheds no real insight on the specifics of Sammy Wanjiru's death, but it does give some more details surrounding that night. Come on, everyone likes a juicy story. Elite runner comes home with his mistress, is caught by his wife, and then falls to his death out of a balcony? Can I get some movie rights up in here?

I believe the take-home message comes through loud and clear: my make-believe kids will run 10m to school both ways, every day. No excuses, weaklings.

In sad news, the Chilean miner I narrowly beat during last year's NYCM is profiled in the Times. After his brief celebrity faded, he turned to drinking and drugs.

And finally, I snuck something in the comments yesterday, although it won't come as a surprise to anyone. I bought a bib for Marine Corps just before their official transfer period ended two weeks ago. So, in honor of that bit of stupidity, here's more stupidity: an oldie-but-goodie article on Jean's Marines, an organized group of charity runners who were instructed by their coach to cut the course in order to make the race's time cut-offs. But, their argument went, they deserved their medals because of their effort. Um, yeah.