Insipid inspiration

I've started teaching a yoga class again--at a little gym the next town over from here, and its great really, to have to do yoga on a regular basis again. It really lessens my aches and pains after awhile.
So they're paying me $10 a class to teach it. (The lady at the desk is like "how does $10 an hour sound" and in my head I'm like "Zounds! Thats real money! Cool!" and then I realize I teach one hour a week and as I'm saying "Sure!" outloud I'm thinking "$10 a week? Good thing I have another job already, cause I'm sure not hitting the big time with this one") This week I took my $10 straight to the little rite aid in town and bought a runners world and an ice cream and that took care of that.
The August issue of Runner's World is pretty good though, especially if you're looking at training for a marathon and feeling slackerly because (and it fell open to the page in the store and I though "hells yes") there is a slackers marathon training plan . Oh yes there is.
Not that I'm saying I'm going to follow it necessarily, but I cut it out and put it on my fridge.
Also there is an article by Nicholas Sparks (the guy who wrote The Notebook, which I haven't read but from what I heard is a sob-fest about love) that is at points a tear-jerker. Do you think he is sad all the time? Or that he is incapable of writing anything happy? I'm wondering.
Today should be an 8-mile day I think. But I also want to go into town and I'm not sure how it will work to do both--its too bad that there is no way to combine the two, but I think I'd look funny running with my bags of Salvation Army clothes anyway.