|actually not photography|
For example, I always think I ride for about 20-30 minutes. Except now I ride before work (and have a pretty fixed commute time) and wouldn't you know, it's consistently a lot more like an hour. No wonder horsiekins is fit.
For another example, I've been on this "twiddling my thumbs and SUMMAHTIME" kick in which Courage and I do nothing productive. Except literally Monday I realized I had a dressage show Wednesday (yesterday).
Hmmmm maybe instead of another go round with the water trough, I should try to figure out if we're back to turning right reliably. And oh, you know, look at my tests again. And figure out if I can use a martingale on the off chance we decide to try and jump the judge again.
|also possibly trunk organization|
One more example: I signed up for a dressage clinic later this month and was thinking I'd maybe also head up to the new show facility and watch an event clinic this month. And go spectate at Rebecca. Hit the rodeo. Go camping. See a Grand Prix. FUN FACT: there are not 6 weekends in July. Who knew?
I don't know why I thought there were. It wasn't so much that I believed that there were, but more than I had a bunch of things I wanted to do but didn't actually count on how much time any of them would take up.
All that to say, we're taking our second shot at training level
tonight next Wednesday (dammit thunderstorms). Wish us luck!