You probably don't want to hear about my good day. What made my day good would most likely bore you to tears. Besides, I'm much more entertaining when I'm a wreck. But I'm weak and shaky from exertion and glowing with accomplishment, so I am going to share anyway. I can be sad mess who misses her ex later.
At the barn where I ride, there is a hierarchy. People who are taking lessons, but don't own/lease their own horse, ride downstairs in the lesson program with Lisa. People who own their own horse and pay exorbitant monthly amounts for training, ride upstairs with Nick and Kost, the barn's owners.
I fall into the prior category, which is acutely frustrating due to the fact that there is no one else in the lesson program at my skill level and I lack the funds to have a horse of own and move to the upstairs ring. So I end up feeling like Kramer in karate class. I'm at the top of my class, but the class is made up of ten year olds who will eventually corner me in a dark alley and proceed to beat the living shit out of yours truly. Don't get me wrong, my classmates are good. They show talent and promise, but I've been doing this longer than they've been alive.
Today I came out only to exercise Chopper, but I happened to time my arrival just right so that I could ride with an upstairs lesson that was forced into the lower ring because their usual arena of practice was still muddy from the rain. Nick, the kindest man in the entire world, let me join the lesson.
Lisa, my usual trainer, is an excellent instructor with tons of experience, but Nick is Yoda. The Jedi Master of Jedi Masters. He can see things that are holding you back better than anyone and with a few well-chosen words fix everything. Many people have gone on to win championships at the local, state, and national level under his tutelage (and then became one with the Force).
I finally got to jump my normal 3'-3'3" height as opposed to the 2' fences that I had been restricted to, and man, we floated. Chopper and I picked off distances like pros. He glided over the higher fences so easily and never once backed off. Now that's the kind of horse you marry.
When it was all said and done, Nick congratulated me on a good ride and called me an old lady (he's known me since I was a teenager). I gave him a big hug and thanked him profusely for the opportunity to ride with him again.
His brother, Kost, asked what happened and I exclaimed brightly, "I got to ride with the big kids and jump the big fences!"
My it's been a lovely day,
Everything is going my way.
I took out the trash today,
And I'm on FIRE!
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