I realized I only have to
do my morning training 6 more times. WooHoo! Yesterday, Pia jumped across the tiny,
muddy little creek with an enormous leap and dumped the unsuspecting me on my
ass again! I thought that she might actually walk across this time, the hundredth
time, but not a chance. There are, you know, monsters that only she can see! I
landed flat on my back, wondering if I had burst my hydration pack, which
luckily by then was almost empty. It probably cushioned my back a little. She
kept going to the next field and stopped, but then just kept walking a little out of
reach, just rubbing it in a little! I eventually remounted and continued
galloping around. I love riding but I will be happy to stop galloping around,
soon.
I am in the best shape I
have ever been in, same weight but have lost 2-3 inches from all the important
measurements. I am even happy to lose 2 inches from my bust, which makes me
almost normal! I even have a 6-pack,
well the closest I will ever come to having a ripped abdomen. It is hard and I
can keep standing in my stirrups for miles and miles of galloping. Having a
goal has been the best trainer. I would never be riding in July, in the heat
and humidity unless I was training for this race. After riding two horses
around 6 miles each, I have to tell myself I need to keep going and do two more
for the total 24 miles because I am about to ride 75 miles a day! It is a
motivating thought. But I will be happy to stop.
I think riding these spooky
Thoroughbred mares must be preparing me for semi-wild Mongolian ponies. They
cannot be any worse. Every time they jump at a turkey, or a squirrel, a
groundhog or the simplest dark shadow in the tree line I tighten my legs, give
a kick and hope I hang on. Which I think is exactly what I will be doing in
about 4 weeks half way around the world!
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