Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Bad ideas that somehow never seem to go badly

I rode today. I hopped on Wyatt when Shelly was taking him back to his pasture. Couldn't help myself. I got a few funny looks, but there's no horse (or person) I would've trusted more to walk across the flat green grass with me in my broken state. It felt so good be up there again. Can't wait til next time.

1 comment:

  1. haha that reminds me of several years ago when I had Mono and was forbidden to ride for 6 weeks. It was torture, and I ended up getting on and riding about a week early. I was SO happy!