Fidgety
Well-Known Member
And you don't know me yet and so are probably not interested, but if I don't write this I'll burst
Only yesterday I wrote that my ambition was to get back in the saddle after a nasty break to my leg in October and today I find I've fulfilled it .
When I got to the yard yesterday for daughter to ride, our instructor was there and I said to DD to tell him that if he was still there when I got back from walking the dog, and the pony had behaved herself, I'd just try a little sit and a circuit or two of the school. When I returned from my walk, J said to come up (today) at lunchtime when there was nobody around, no pressure, and for me to ride one of his lesson horses instead of the ginger bouncy pone.
I'm chuffed to pieces that my jodhies were nothing like as tight as I'd feared they would be, though I had to nick daughter's boots and chaps (mine were cut off me).
Left hip is as stiff as *ell, so mounting wasn't exactly elegant and it's quite scary what the equivalent of 4 months box rest can do to a middle aged human body. I've achieved nothing more than walk and a few walk-trot-walk transitions, but I've been left in do doubt that there's no way I can hang up my boots yet. When I turned to look at my instructor during my last trot he was grinning like a loon bless him.
I've had some really dark moments this last few months not knowing if I'd ever either be able (or brave enough) to ride again and if I were able to do cartwheels, I'd be doing them right now!
Onwards and upwards!
Only yesterday I wrote that my ambition was to get back in the saddle after a nasty break to my leg in October and today I find I've fulfilled it .
When I got to the yard yesterday for daughter to ride, our instructor was there and I said to DD to tell him that if he was still there when I got back from walking the dog, and the pony had behaved herself, I'd just try a little sit and a circuit or two of the school. When I returned from my walk, J said to come up (today) at lunchtime when there was nobody around, no pressure, and for me to ride one of his lesson horses instead of the ginger bouncy pone.
I'm chuffed to pieces that my jodhies were nothing like as tight as I'd feared they would be, though I had to nick daughter's boots and chaps (mine were cut off me).
Left hip is as stiff as *ell, so mounting wasn't exactly elegant and it's quite scary what the equivalent of 4 months box rest can do to a middle aged human body. I've achieved nothing more than walk and a few walk-trot-walk transitions, but I've been left in do doubt that there's no way I can hang up my boots yet. When I turned to look at my instructor during my last trot he was grinning like a loon bless him.
I've had some really dark moments this last few months not knowing if I'd ever either be able (or brave enough) to ride again and if I were able to do cartwheels, I'd be doing them right now!
Onwards and upwards!