I opted not to ride on Friday, because it was even hotter than Thursday. Instead, Archie and I hung out and drank cheap beer.
|It was disgusting, but so, so cold.|
|And we can see the elusive Thoroughbred, resting in the breeze of his stall fan.|
|Brown and black. It's a theme.|
I couldn't talk myself into rousing when the alarm went off on Sunday. I meandered out to the barn and didn't really get on him until noon. Fortunately, it was a shit ton cooler and there were some nice breezes. The BO was dragging the ring while I rode, so we did laps around the outside of the ring and through the grass. We had to talk a little bit about those canter transitions and the Kid got super pissed off about getting the right lead. Pro-tip: if I ride like I know what I'm doing (how long, again, have I been doing this?), Archie is 800 times more likely to do whatever it is I'm asking for than if I sit there and think really hard at him.