So I went for a three-mile run this morning and then decided to hike up a mountain. Which I thought I was doing pretty well, till some dude passed me at a trot, shirtless. I was following footprints in the dirt to make sure I was on the trail! He let me know there are white markings on the rocks, and then I saw them. Then I realized going down is harder than up and I better turn around before my legs were too tired, or I'd be sliding down on my butt. I think hiking shoes might be better than running shoes in this terrain.... And this was an easy to moderate trail! 
I ran into another hiker on the way down, who gave me some good tips and her contact info. Yay, new friend! She said her husband won't even do this trail with her so I feel accomplished.
Then I rewarded myself with a turkey, ham, bacon sandwich from The Sandwich Shop. (It was the special so I ordered it as they had it on the board. Reminded myself that I don't like pickles or jack cheese. Next time I'll stick with my standby - turkey and provolone.)
Tonight was the Thursday night Open Air Market, so we had tacos from a book. Well, I had a taquito and a quesadilla and Steve had three pork tacos and my rice and beans. They were all good. There was a guy wearing a knight's helm playing cello, but he took a break so I couldn't get a good picture.
Fun times in the desert. Tomorrow I want to run 10 miles and make a second attempt at honey mustard chicken. We'll see what happens!
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