Sunday my sister and aunt and I picked cherries at a local orchard.  This is the place my family has picked cherries ever since we were little kids.  So in a way it was nostalgic to be there…

…but in a way not so much as they have planted new trees since we were kids and this weekend we were picking at the new location.  The picking was sparse but we got enough cherries to freeze a few and make a pie.

Then Sunday evening husband, sister and I went to the county fair…

…where we walked around analyzing the rides, trying to decide if there was one I could go on without getting sick.

We wandered around, standing in front of each ride…

….and concluded that perhaps the ferris wheel was the only safe bet.

So we bought tickets and boarded the ride.  Which was when I suddenly realized I was really sore from my Saturday morning run.  I had a really really hard time stepping up into the gondola…

…and an even harder time getting out after our ride!  So even though I was feeling pretty good since that run and a bit surprised that I hadn’t felt any soreness I apparently had forgotten that I am usually most sore two days after a run, which means….that this morning, Monday, I could barely get out of bed.  Yea.  Now I remember what it’s like to be a runner.

It’s darn wonderful.