In the worlds of triathlon and running, Sunday is usually the designated Long Run Day. Since it’s the off season and I’m not going to be doing any long running today, I hit the Leucadia Farmer’s Market instead. I don’t think that I’d been since February. I really enjoy the connection that people seem to have with community and food at farmers’ markets. For that reason, conceptually, I love them. However, I do feel that some of them have morphed into more of a street fair atmosphere, chock full of prepared foods and crafts, than an actual market of collective farms where things that are raised and grown on a farm are sold. Case in point was the farmers’ market that I visited in Las Vegas: There were jewelery vendors, Tupperware hawkers, a Kettle Korn popper and one lone produce stall all the way from Bakersfield. Weird.