|sort of like dressage, right?|
It was a busy weekend here--I volunteered at the local (super fun) H/J show all day Friday and Saturday.
That sort of thing always inspires me to jump more, which is definitely something we're working towards.
I AM RIDING WITH HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED THIS AFTERNOON.
|it's cool. maybe he thinks fat legs are attractive?|
I spent the past week reading through his book and trying to absorb enough of it to be cogent. I've been working on some of the stuff that makes sense to me (ie, look where you're going). I spent Sunday auditing a good chunk of the clinic so I at least have an idea of what to do/wear/say.
AND I RIDE WITH HIM IN A FEW HOURS.
Courage, on the other hand, has spent the last five days actively trying to kill/maim himself. And he doesn't even know who we're riding with. It's not helping my stress level, that's for sure.
If you need me, I'm over here breathing into a paper bag.