When I Was Younger
Once upon a time, when it showered, I rode anyhow. I rode when it was hot. I rode when it was cold, or when it was wet.
Now I wimp out. Yesterday is a prime example. Off and on showers, a bit chilly temperatures, and I simply "thought" about riding. But then thinking of wet tack, wet horse, wet me, turned me off.
Then again, I used to ride my horse six times a week. And that included some pretty hard work for at least four of those days. But, I was evening then and doing jumping. And I competed. A really fit horse was essential, as was a really fit rider. No way to slack off and still remain competitive and.....SAFE. Ride a dressage test, walk a cross country course--probably twice on that same day--ride the course that day, and then finish up with a round of show jumping, and you need to be in shape. I hardly ever had a helper with me, either, so I had to do all the horse prep, horse care, packing, unpacking, and shipping on my own.
Could I do it today? No way.
Would I want to do it? Well, to be honest, every now and then, especially when I watch something like the WEG I do get a little tug inside. There is nothing quite like riding a good cross country horse over a good course at speed. It is addicting.
Yes, sometimes I do miss it.
But creaky old bones, a few too many falls, and the wisdom of growing older puts nostalgia in its place.
I'll thrive happily on my memories while I potter down the wooded trail and when I pop over a little log now and then, I'll just pretend it's a 3'6" hurdle conquered at a gallop.
That will do me just fine.