Papas Fritas Day comes with a lot of responsibilities. I was working the early shift today, so getting my run in meant waking up at the ungodly hour of 11 a.m. and then went off to make my rounds spreading Papas Fritas cheer as part of the Juanita Sñyder Papas Fritas Enlightenment Tour of North CaRolinia 2015 With Occasional Baño Breaks (luckily I was responsible only for all parts south of Montana and the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon line, leaving me a reasonable amount of time to run before putting on my little journalism visor.) I even listened to Los Lobos during my run (the kiko album. best papas fritas day soundtrack ever.) But then as I was preparing for my 15-minute power siesta before work, I saw the correction on the AP wire. It’s not Papas Fritas Day at all. It’s Papa SMURF Day! Now I suppose I’ll spend the rest of the day just feeling blue.
Run was OK. 3 miles on the miles davis (12:52). Just stayed in the middle of the easy range. Legs felt a bit hinky before the run, a few aches and pains, but everything smoothed out once I got started. Back to 87 degrees today ugh. Is hinky even a word? Sounds a bit hinky. 10:00 Running Society meeting tonight at the Executive Smurf Club. but not at 10:00, of course Blue snow cones are on me. Even if it’s wrong.