It hasn’t been a very hospitable few weeks here in the Midwest. I don’t want to complain, because I know some people had it much worse! Not to mention the fact that I didn’t really have to do anything outside if didn’t want to. I know lots of people’s jobs take them out in the bitter cold.
Anyway, after two weeks off, I finally got my act together, left my toddler with chicken nuggets by the arena door, and hopped on my trusted red horse to take a little hack yesterday. Things I immediately noticed were:
- Thank god the new place’s mounting block is sturdy and tall.
- My belly kind of sits on my saddle now (happy 26 weeks to me).
- It felt like home!
We only did a little walk and trot since both of us had had some time off, but it felt amazing to be back in the saddle. As of recently I have ‘tapped out’ of true lessons for the time being. I’m kind of awkward and uncomfortable at this point in the pregnancy, and I don’t find a 45 minute -1 hour lesson to be the top of my list. However, I am very much enjoying my wander sessions with the schoolies when they are free. Hopefully I can squeeze in a few more before I am grounded.
And not that I need my kids to ride, but both will at least know how to behave around horses. I was so proud that my two year old sat quietly-ish and ate her dinner while I had the chance to ride. As a reward we traded spots and I led her around on big red after I got off. She of course, wanted to hold his mane and cluck, cluck, cluck at him. Her grandparent’s horses are very keen on the clucking/moving faster. Big red pretty much just lumbered on, not impressed by her attempts. Welcome to hunters sweetheart lol.
Anyway, I’ve had a good run, and I’m trying to approach each ride with the attitude that it could be my last outing until baby gets here. And that’s okay. I have a whole spring to dream up what comes next.