Sad. Today is sad.

Well.

More accurately, today is disappointed to the verge of tears then keeping your shit together, already. That promotion I mentioned? They made the decisions, and I was apparently ranked 5 out of 13. Which is great! But not when there are only 4 slots. Sad, sad, sad. The better news is that should the budget become available for the next slots within a pre-determined time frame - 3 months is what I hear - then I get it, automatically, without going through the managerial gauntlet again. Thank God.

OK, so I was sad, I cried, and then I got over it. Hooray!

This Sunday is the biggest running day ever.

9 am: Mini 10k.

1pm: Track meet in Hackensack

6pm: Pass the hell out

I'm not allowed to run for the next 2 days until the Mini (Hal Higdon said so) but dear God do I need it. Therapy in sneakers. I'm not sure if the bike or the elliptical's going to cut it, but these sad alternatives will have to do.