I feel like it's been a good year or so since I talked about actually riding my horse. What the day-to-day is like and all that.
Many, many moons ago, when I had a trainer, one of the things that she consistently harped on was that I posted too high. This measly two-ride adventure into no-stirrups-land had magical effects on the closeness of my butt to my saddle. It's like my calves woke up and started working, with my heels comfortably down, the legs wrapped around Archie, and it was no big deal not to rise a foot out of the saddle because I didn't have enough leg to rise that far. Excited to see if it lasts!