Hubs and I were lifting together the other Sunday, like we do almost every Sunday, and I was inspired. Or goaded. Anyways, I asked him to give me a spot on the squat rack because I was attempting to increase my previous one-rep max. He looked at me, looked at the 235 pounds, looked at me, and we both loaded more weight on.
And this is how I kinda-sorta-almost squatted 275 pounds.
Where did this leave me?
Making a decision about riding because I really, really fucked up my knees.
Our ponykins stumble and we bute them and give them a week off, while watching doggedly for any little gait indiscretion. But I cannot count the number of stories I've heard about riders ignoring their own injuries and mounting up, only to perform half-assedly or in pain.
As I hobbled around this week, I thought about a lecture I sat through at the University of Georgia. Total fail on my end, because I only typed up a couple of the sessions. Anyways, one of the questions was: which comes first, the lameness or the lesion? The thought being that if one perpetuates a faulty gait, they cause injuries which continue the need for the faulty gait. Sorta... walk long enough with a swagger and you'll always have that swagger.
The moral of this story is: why get on your horse when you aren't fully functional? When you're injured and you ask your body to perform, it compensates in other ways. When I rode with a broken butt bone, I rode crooked. Guess what... I still ride crooked. I don't want to take my injuries out on my horse by pinching my hips because my knees won't rotate comfortably or sack-of-potatoing his back because it hurts too much to hold myself up.
Just a thought.
So I took a few days off of "aggressive" riding and farted around. Rode bareback. Walked a lot. And then it rained for three days straight. :(