Tuesday, December 15, 2009

back in the saddle again

Yes. It happened. I got back on a horse, or shall I say mule? It was a stubborn, stable staple for youngin's and people who are taking pruebas to demonstrate to the instructor what level of equine prowess one has. The memory was there, but the muscolos were not. I definitely need some musculacion. I was delighted when Naty, my future riding-instructor, could see past the soft veneer into my equitational soul.

Fifteen minutes later, after a rising-trot, sitting-trot, sitting-trot sin estripos and a mule to boot, I got off elated. My left calf was instantly burning, my seat was already pining pain, and my face felt like it was a boiling over kettle. I am sure steam was pouring from my ears, eyes, and mouth. In the end, it was worth it.

From now on, Fridays at 1pm with Naty.

Right now, shower time.

1 comment:

  1. excellent my darling, you'll be home so buff & happy that you did ride. So will you be riding the mule for awhile? Doesn't matter just a matter of time before you're racing across the fields with the wind in your face (natural air conditioning)Fly baby fly!!