For now, that is.
To continue the cruel injustice (maybe being dramatic here) of this week’s equestrian activities, I didn’t get to ride last night.
If you don’t know how this week went, it started last Friday with the lameness exam ($$), getting hocks injected ($$$), feelings of guilt, time away from the pony while he healed, followed by flatwork Wednesday with intense pain shooting up and down my left leg. Then yesterday, when I sorely needed to ride, Foster decided it was a self-exercising kind of day. 15-20 minutes and 2 volunteers later, I brought him in to just get him under water in order to cool him down. Thanks to some unusually bad water pressure this process took much longer than expected, but I finally got his breathing back to normal.
The positives here?
Both Foster and I got our cardio workout in.
Having seen him go, my horse should not have any trouble making time in Training. Hell, if he could keep up that pace, he could go Prelim.
Large amounts of cursing can be cathartic.
He was actually clean.
His hocks had a wonderful range of motion.
Oh Foster, I love you, but you’d better be good tonight. Please?