Ha ha! I actually get nervous when there are too few rules! I love love love order. I sometimes imagine endurance rides, and think about how many people are going to be passing me and that shot gun start.
In NATRC, we don't pass each other. Or if we do, it's a once a ride thing. And we go out in the mornings one at a time in 15 second intervals and in an order decided the previous night.
For the past couple of days, I've seen spent. When you are around horses constantly... Training, completing, teaching... The exuberance and the life leeches out until you're just going through the motions.
I hit a low a few days ago. It was a bright Thursday afternoon. No homework, nothing to do. But I stayed at home, even though Cat needed riding. Repeat Friday. And I planned to repeat this Saturday as well, but I received a call from my old trainer Megan. Megan was in town for the weekend and wanted to go ride.
I didn't want to. But I did.
Sunday, today, I woke up early and saddled BG. I haven't ridden BG just around the property for weeks. I met Megan at the road. She was riding a green quarter horse mare named Lacey. And we trotted off in search of "adventure."
We found adventure. Two hours in, we realized we were incredibly lost in the woods. This would have bothered me normally. But sometimes getting lost is the best thing you can do. It was a fun ride. We jumped every log on the trail. We trotted for miles and cantered up hills. We weaved down deer paths for half an hour trying to find a trail. We raced, full out, at every opportunity. (BG won every time.)
This is Megan's best "I'm lost" face.
While wandering, we found this cool (creepy) cabin. I took a picture of it and realized the horse's reflections could be seen in the window. Neat.
We eventually picked our way to a road and followed it back to the barn Lacey lives at. Megan and I planned to ride that afternoon as well, but it began to rain while we were out for lunch. Sooo... How to get my horse back to the barn...
Between thunderstorms, Megan (in her car) escorted me up the rode to the edge of my barn's property. I was bareback (didn't want to get my saddle soaked in the downpour) and looked like a wet rat, I'm sure.
"One... Two... Three... SPLIT!"
At that, I raced down the edge of the field at a full gallop. I bet I could gallop back the barn through the woods faster than Megan could get there with her car via normal roads.
I haven't had that much fun riding in a long time.