“The better you ride, the harder you fall. Beginners fall off. Good riders get launched.” ~ Jean White, advising all riders to wear helmets.
I hope Jean’s quote, in light of the fact that I’m still recovering from that launch in January, means I’ve gotten really good. That would be some comfort in the face of the fact that I am busy paying medical bills instead of attending the AERC convention.
On the bright side, my recovery is progressing such that I’ve been able to accomplish some good things on the farm over the past few weeks:
- Ironman and I have started fencing the hill pasture where I’d like the horses to spend their summer afternoons.
- I’ve taken Consolation and Acey along for miles of handwalks, partly for their benefit (bare hooves on gravel, and mental stimulation) and partly for my own physical therapy.
- I’ve returned to my hoof trimming schedule — thank goodness, because 9 horses is a lot to catch up on when I get behind.
- As the round corral has dried and my muscles knit, I’ve started some training and conditioning (Dancing — Wow, look how young Consolation is in those photos!) with Consolation, Acey, Ripple, and CrackerJack.
And, in really exciting news… I RODE YESTERDAY!
Just four miles. And I won’t lie — I felt it in my hip, which is swollen this morning, and I’m not sure I’d have had the strength to stick a spook. I felt unusually stiff and unbalanced. But I rode!
Good thing, because I’m looking forward to the upcoming endurance season. Consolation and I may not be ready for the first couple rides in our area, but I have my sights set on Owyhee Fandango in late May.
In the meantime, I’ll squeeze in as much training as I can between spring rains. This weekend, my round corral is soaked, slick, and out of the question. I anticipate some drizzly hours of roadside groundwork with Acey and Ripple. Trailer loading with CJ and Consolation. Maybe even another ride.
A girl could do worse.