This week has been a pain in my ass
It appears that, under all the padding, I may have a muscle or two in my ass after all.
I know, because Ro was startled by something crashing through the bushes today. She was already unsettled, and that unglued her—she took off bucking. This is only the second time she’s ever taken off like this, and it’s the first time I’ve ever thought I might come off her.
I got her pulled up, collected myself, and we went right back to work. However, as soon as she trotted quietly past the bushes one time, I hopped off. She was not entirely settled, but I could tell I had pulled something and I did not want to make what is hopefully a minor tweak something worse if she spooked again.
Is it wrong that my first thought on trying to walk back to the barn was that at least the injury was centered? I mean, that indicates I must have been pretty centered on her, right? It’s like a whole new form of biofeedback.
Now I’m sitting on the couch feeling sorry for myself. It’s not just the injury (although it’s starting to feel like I may have torqued things all the way up my back). It’s that this isn’t even the worst thing we’ve dealt with this week. It’s just the icing on the cake.
Mmmm. Icing. I’m supposed to be on a sugar ban, but I think this calls for breaking it. Speaking of calls, I need to go make one. The pizza places all have those cinnapie things now. I am certain one of those will make me feel better. My sugar ban can start next week.
Winter says 25 July 2011
I hear you. When my horse loses it I really take it hard. Not to mention the bumps and bruises to the physical and the ego.
Hope you get some ice with your icing.