I had two days off in a row this week, which NEVER happens, and I spent both days with my wonderfully gifted, if slightly naughty equine. Altogether I spent 11 hours riding plus quite a few more hours working from the ground, picking feet, grooming, in general just spending time with my boy. Not to mention last night, which was just one more hour of riding, because my body doeth protest.
I'm hurt. I'm sore. I have bruises every freaking where, blisters on the pads of my ring fingers, a blown out knee, the list goes on. Which, hey, whatever. Horse related soreness, I'm used to, because this is our first summer together and we are always trying new things.
THIS sore is a new level of soreness. After I dismounted last night my left leg actually gave out and I dropped like a brick. It was quite funny, but I was also proud, because this is how hard we should be working ALL the time, not just sometimes.
Anyhow, I get to work and am moving quite a bit slower than I normally would. I don't say anything to anyone, because it's useless, my co workers are play babies, if they know you're hurting they will poke, tickle, bump, trip you all the more. But, a couple people noticed, and of course asked, and the one co worker who decided to elbow me in the ribs, and was surprised when I smacked him in the head with a spoon.
My answer to these people is short. 'Riding.' Because it does no good to tell them, in detail, because unless it involves an evening of binge drinking and table dancing they don't want to hear about it.
But, oh, yesterday! The questions just kept coming and the comments were even better.
'Did you get kicked?'
'Did you fall?'
Minutes elapse while I have no EXCITING answer to give.
'Hey, you must be back together with your BF, I heard there was alot of riding going on on your days off.'
Oh, that's just classically hilarious.
'Maybe you should get a smaller horse.'
'Well, obviously this one is too much for you.'
Seriously? I'm sorry it is actually impossible for you to believe that there is a hobby BESIDES sitting on a stool and bending your elbow, no training required, but my hobby, my LIFE requires a little bit more strenuous activity...'
'How do you get sore from RIDING a horse? You MUST have fallen or something!'
'Nope, in case you didn't know, he does outweigh me by about 1270 lbs, it DOES take a little muscle to control him.'
'You SHOULDERS shouldn't hurt, you must have been scared and tense.'
Here, take this lunge line, while attached to my 1400 lb animal, now in the other hold this whip. Ok. Now STAY that way. For like...HOURS.
'Doesn't riding hurt your...ahem... private parts?'
Personally, I don't sit on my private parts. I sit on my butt. My horse has very high withers, but unless I'm doing something dreadfully wrong, nope, doesn't hurt my...ahem... at all.
'Did you jump?'
'Just once and it was an accident.'
'Oh, I thought that's what you were training him to do.'
'No, I have no interest in jumping, someone else uses him to jump sometimes, but I don't.'
'Oh, you must be one of those people that do all that stuff like on those rodeo shows.'
'What? Those people? Rodeo shows? Huh?'
'You know, with the hats and the tights and all, where the horses are dancing.'
'Seriously? I think you're thinking of dressage and no.'
'Well, what ARE you doing...?'
'Teaching him to control his canter.'
'What's a canter?'
'What do you actually DO with a horse, anyway?'
'Nothing. I bought him for a status symbol so people would think I was cool and ask about a million dumb questions. It worked. I can sell him now! You interested?'
Good grief. Someone punch me in the face.