It Was Almost Fun

Last weekend I went to a sensory clinic and discovered that I can do more than I thought.  I rode Reo in an equitation class, where he behaved as good as, if not better than, most (except for a skittish part where he thought he was being left behind), and then we were the best at some of the tasks.  Then we went on to a drill team concept group, and he did splendidly.  We led, then we followed, and we trotted, and trotted, and trotted.  God, I didn’t think it was ever going to end.   But, by golly, my knees felt great, my body felt great, but my “crotch” hurt like hell.  Lots of sitting trots, then posting trots, then sitting trots.  Once the drill team part was over, it was time to acclimate him to the weird items in the arena where we had been riding.  He absolutely loved the damn giant beach ball — it was bigger than he was.  He nosed it, pushed it, shoved it, and I finally laughed.  The final class was an obstacle course, and that one I failed.  He passed, but only because one of the instructors “taught” him to do what was requested.  No abuse of any kind, just determination.  Obviously, I have work to do on that, but only if I care to do it.  At any rate, I did not realize how much the weekend had taken out of me — mostly from my nerves — and I was truly exhausted for at least three days.   Is that because I am old?  Or is is it because it was a strenuous day?  Not sure, but now that I am rested, I am ready to try something like that again.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2019. My marriage has lasted 56 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and we do miss them; however, it's fine with just he and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs and my horses. I have failed as a writer (dreams died long ago), but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

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