To ride dressage is to dance with your horse, equal partners in the delicate and sometimes difficult work of creating harmony and beauty.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Pink protection

As I shared on my farm blog and Instagram, I got back in the saddle last Sunday. We just walked around the arena for 20 minutes; I was still too sore to attempt more than that. Still, it felt good to be on my horse again. I intended to keep getting back on my horse on a regular basis, but dealing with the teen did not allow room for that in my life again until Friday. :-/

By then my new helmet had arrived, pinker in real life than I expected. Other than that, I love it – the dial fit adjuster, the mesh-covered vents, the incorporated visor, the fit and comfort. Brian made up for the difficult week by riding with me,

AND taking a photo of me and my steed.
Again we mostly walked, but I tried a little posting trot and was tickled that doing so wasn't painful. The area that is still giving me trouble is my right lower back where I took the hardest hit going through the peach orchard. Hopefully that will resolve sooner rather than later!


A :-) said...

Brian looks like he's outgrowing his horse :-)

So glad you are feeling better every day!!

Michelle said...

The photo's perspective makes it look worse than it is (I took the photo looking down at them from a taller horse), but yes, Brian is a tall guy on a short horse. ;-)