Is it Saturday already? Really?

My horrible marathon-like overtime month is finally over. For the record, I hope the actual marathon is much less horrible than the work-month-marathon, but that is yet to be determined. In any case, I kept up with the running and actually set a big monthly mileage record (like, 30 - maybe 40, depending how the weekend goes - more miles than any other month ever) and am eagerly anticipating both 1) the Mini 10k next Sunday - running up Central Park West! and 2) a nice twelve miler beginning in about a half hour. Anyway, I got the first overtime related check yesterday, and DAMN. I guess horrible marathons are worth it sometimes.

On Tuesday I have an interview for promotion within my agency, and boy am I freaked the fuck out. Well. Sort of. See, I'm not really worried about actually landing the position - they are interviewing 8 people for I think 5 or 6 slots - and I know the people in my orbit have my back. But they seem to have purposely presented this whole set-up like some kind of medieval torture chamber. You sit in a big room with like, fifteen higher ups sitting at a long table (no, really) and little old you is in a chair with no table in the middle of the room, answering all of their questions. It's fine, really, but freakshow!!! Yikes!!! I'm honored to have been selected, and all that. Actually, I really am. A few really good people applied who I thought were in for sure, and they weren't offered interviews, so I am, in fact, pretty pleased.

I'm trying Clif shot bloks today because I didn't go to my usual store to get my Powergels, which are awesome because they're more liquid than gelationous and have a shitload of sodium, which I need because I'm one of those nasty distance runners that develops little flakes of salt all over her skin during a long run. Attractive. Anyway, I usually go to Super Runners for sentimental and discount-related reasons (Mr. Duffy worked there back in the day) but yesterday I just hoofed it over to the Urban Athletics in 4 World Financial, which is a few blocks from my job. So some little singlet-wearing speed freak was in there muching on one of these blocks (um, bloks? like the Soviets?) and told me they don't carry Powergel because it's apparently very inorganic and chemical ridden and nasty, and that they only hand that stuff out for the marathon and the halfs because Powerbar is a sponsor. Who knew? They did, however, have Gu and Gu Roctane and Shot Bloks. I know from prior experience that I'm not a huge fan of Gu's texture (also, see above: sodium!) so I decided to give the bloks a go. He offered me a taste of the packet he was eating (really, who eats that stuff as a snack? Strange) but I politely declined and went on my merry interview-outfit-buying way. I'm already annoyed that I have to break out the fuel belt to transport them, but without all of those stupid bottles, that shouldn't be to bad. Also, gummy candy! Fun!

I'll let you know how it goes with the candy / fuel.