And by "that", I mean a big overnight temp drop from 101f the day before to 66f at my ride time.
So that wasn't super awesome.
What was awesome was that Courage loaded up and went to the show, unloaded, was sort of ok, and ended up being w/t rideable in the warm up. It wasn't great, but it was ok. (Also there was a crop duster plane flying overhead, so that's cool too.)
|and i like this picture|
|but we stayed on our line of direction, so that's cool|
Lindsey doesn't think I was breathing, which I suppose is possible.
|also apparently i desperately needed to shorten my reins|
|stride two inches long|
|but we got satin so yay satin!|
And then I had some margaritas and decided it was a sign and what the hell.
Because let's face it.
Either I'm locking up and riding like shit and screwing up my horse
He's locking up and going like shit at shows because he doesn't get out enough
I don't know, I'm cursed and will always suck at shows.
|like the only moment that didn't suck|
Or maybe that's the margaritas talking.
Maybe they're on to something.