I got my membership package from the running club yesterday. So today (my day off)I did a number of errands.

First, I stopped at the library and picked up a bunch of books (most of them for my grad class, plus a couple on running.)

Then,I headed to the dollar theater and saw "17 Again.' Cute movie.

Finally, I managed to find the running store. I had my feet refitted/analysised and ended up switching from Ascicss (which is what I had) and getting a pair of New Balance. Since I had a 15% coupon, I decided to get a pair of moisture wicking socks and a pair of winter running pants - both of which were also on sale.

Right now when it still is in the 90's at 7 pm, it is hard to think about wearing anything close fitting that goes to the ankle - but come late October/early November, I think I will be very happy to have them.

I didn't track mileage on my Asics very carefully, so basically went with when my calf muscles and feet were telling me I needed new shoes. So, with my new pair, I am going to really try to keep up with mileage better.

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I ate supper at McDonald's with my friend T and her two children. (She treated me actually - got a fruit and walnut salad which is about all I can eat at McD's.) In the course of our conversation, she mentioned some friends of theirs that her husband was going to go see "Transformers" with tonight. These friends had BOTH of their cars repossessed two days ago.

My mouth hung open for a bit before I could control myself.

The husband of this couple actually stayed with my friend T and her family for over 10-months rent free while getting established in the oil and gas business. While he was staying there - rent free, not helping at all with anything in the house (in fact not just not helping out around the house at all, but being a significant contributor to making the house a mess), nor contribuiting towards groceries - he often would go out to eat or go to first-run movies -- letting T's husband pay. Adding salt to the situation though -- several times his wife and kids came to visit for a weekend or vacation -- they'd go out to eat or to first-run movies -- and not invite T or her family.

At one point T finally had had enough (he was only supposed to be there for 5 months tops) and told her hubby it was either his friend out the door, or it was her out the door. The friend was gone two weeks later.

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Ok, it's now time for me to get back to reading one of my acquisition's from the library today -- "Finger Lickin' Fifteen" by Janet Evanovich.