It's been exactly a month since our train wreck. The bruises have faded and the sore spots are much improved. Me and my new pink helmet have been back in the saddle for the last three weeks, maintaining the riding muscles of both gelding and girl. As the weather warms and our sand arena dries out, we do less schooling there and more out and about to safeguard the soft tissues. Brian consented to ride with me on Mothers Day, which was lovely; we warmed up in the arena and then rode down the lane through the woods and back uphill along the road. You would have thought Lance was the one who had been sitting around with no regular exercise the way he plodded; Oliver motored along in fine fashion without breaking a sweat!
A blogpal sent me an email this week asking how my confidence is after the fall. My first reaction was, "Fine!" But almost immediately I had to acknowledge that I've been avoiding the ill-fated route. So yesterday I remedied that. Lance and I had an uneventful ride through the woods, past the peach orchard, back up the road, and home past the vineyard's deer alarms. It was just what the doctor (psychiatrist?) ordered!
Oh, our ride wasn't totally uneventful. To my surprise there were still wild iris blooming! They were the decorative icing on the cake. ;-)
To ride dressage is to dance with your horse, equal partners in the delicate and sometimes difficult work of creating harmony and beauty.
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Glad you are healing up nicely. I bet that pink helmet makes you all go faster. ;-)
Congrats on conquering the accident route. How old is Oliver?
You have amazing courage!
Happy for you and for Lance.
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