I also bit the bullet and went by the dreaded Costco today to buy a membership this afternoon. I remembered that I hated Costco, but it'd been long enough since I'd been in one that I'd forgotten the depths of my loathing. Still, saving a couple hundred bucks is worth half an hour of my time.
W6D1 is five, eight, and five minutes of running with three-minute walks between them. It's also the second-to-last day of intervals. The next one is 10-3-10, and after that it's just run 25, 28, 30 minutes. Aiyah. Long runs are still long and boring and annoying, and while they may have gotten a tiny bit easier it's really only a tiny bit. I still really have to push myself so that I don't quit.
The outside of my ankle, or just above, is a little bit sore. It's a sharp pain rather than a dull "hey, you worked out" ache. It's not swollen, though, so if there's an injury it's probably pretty minor. I may take a few days off, though, just to be safe.
Tomorrow I get to go see a doctor and do a cardiac stress test on the treadmill. It's good that I've been practicing for it, I guess.
Oh, and I almost tried to pick up a cute woman in a shoe store today, but decided against it. She asked me what I thought of the shoes they were trying on, and I said, "they work". Her response was that shoes shouldn't work, they should inspire someone to get down on their knees and say, "here, let me help you with those." I came back with the first flippant response I could think of, which was, "Oh, I have people for that. I don't need shoes."
We had fun hunting shoes for a little while. Among other things, I found these boots, of which she approved. She rides a BMW, is tall, cute, intelligent, about my age. Still, a vanilla lesbian probably isn't someone I should go out with, so I didn't try to get her phone number.