Oh, another Monday. Man. I hate Mondays.
So, a brief recap: rode the pony on Friday after the farrier had reset his shoe, again. Farrier came on Tuesday to do the feeters and when I rode after work that day, I felt some slippiness. When I dismounted and checked, that stupid right front was actually moving. No problem Friday!
After doing a million things on Saturday (maybe not), I got out to the barn a little late. A friend wanted to meet us for dinner, but I still couldn't find myself hustling that much. After being a fucking champion over a cross rail, I took him on a little trail ride to the river. Not to jinx myself, but he was all there mentally. It's been a while since we've had to have the "forward" conversation on the trail and I think the confidence-building has had a snowball affect.
|What you can't see, but I wish I could have captured better: fiddler crabs. A ton of fiddler crabs, scurrying into their little burrows.|
|Out with friend. Helmet hair and post-ride stinky.|
|The HS had a spa day.|