My cohorts bailed AGAIN!
I get a private lesson tonight. This should be fun. I barely make it through a group lesson, and I can cheat during those.
“You asked if I did two point the whole lap of the arena?… Uhm, yeeaaah, I did”
God, I hope the instructor doesn’t read this blog…
It’s a balmy 25 degrees with a “Feels Like” of 12. We’re positively tropical here compared to the last two days.
What are my cohorts waiting for? Above freezing?!
As if that’ll happen before April. HA!
It is bitterly cold. The kind of cold that makes your fingers numb within seconds, the snot freezes instantly in your nose, and the air hurts your lungs to breathe. Touching anything metal without gloves on is a sure fire way to lose some skin.
Everything is a massive undertaking to accomplish. Even just letting the horses out into the main pasture has become a slog.
I’m becoming convinced that the only way to handle winter is through inebriation.
I’m seeing people post pictures of themselves riding in indoor arenas, wearing their posh riding attire, while riding their perfectly clipped horses…
If I go much more redneck with this, I’ll be disbarred from the dressage community entirely.
There’s a facebook group I belong to where real life vet’s answer common people questions about horses. One of the questions was when is it too cold to ride. Vet made it seem like anything above 5 degrees was fine to ride in.
If this is true, this removes my most common excuse not to ride in the winter. Which is good, right? Except, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I keep trying to convince myself I’m more of a badass because I ride outside all year long, but secretly I really just want to tuck myself into an indoor for the rest of the winter.
We had a brief glimpse of what spring may look like. It was fantastic. I was running around in a t-shirt! I was marvelous! The sun even came out for the day.
The following day was the dreariest day in history. Fog all day, and the worst chill. Blah!
All day with that fog.
We’ve had three days of sunshine in 2017.