Wednesday was gorgeous out. I couldn’t resist getting on the pony and taking it for a cruise. My trainer happened to be out there and wanted to see her move around.
She was swingy, perky and didn’t seem to be bothered by anything. From the ground you can see better how she’s landing on that ouchie foot.
First word, and best words out of my trainers mouth, “it looks pretty darn good”. I wanted to whoop or fist pump. But I’m not that cool; so I reeled that sh*t in and settled for happily bouncing around on my very patient little horse.
The plan is to continue lightly riding her this week, walk, trot, maybe a little canter mixed in, and see if the soreness continues to decrease. Of course, I made my trainer repeat it again, just so I could hear the positive diagnosis. She changed her words, probably because I was being obnoxious, and then called her “mostly” sound. Whatever, still more internal whooping happening over here.
This weekend, my horse and I will do fun things. I’m excited, and ready to get this show back on the road. O and I both got a little fat during this month off, so now it’s on to find that happy fitness place for both of us.