While I was warming up Archie last night, in the cold, dark, drizzle, I had some time to think about stuff. Because focusing on random shit was a better option than focusing on the things that went bump in the night.
I downplayed my fall off Archie a little, I think, on the blog. I was left sore and mildly concussed and mildly miserable. I'm dying to show y'all photos of my ass. A non-equestrian friend, because an equestrian wouldn't ask this, asked me how many concussions it would take before I stopped riding.
I've thought about it and, while it's not like I'm out galloping solid fences, I think the type of riding I do could be scaled back. I think if it became a question of my physical health, I could convert to a slower pace, a bigger saddle, and a smaller horse.
|This is Toni and she's closer to the ground and I've been eye-balling her since I fell and she's only $1,600 and she's in Ohio and why the fuck did I ask for anything else for Christmas?|
|Just in time for Xmas.|