Today, I did the unexpected.
I became a cowgirl for a few hours and went horse-back riding.
And I forgot my boots.
However, I remembered my helmet. ;o) Oh wait, that’s for my bike.
Did I mention I haven’t been on a horse in 10+ years?
They’re not really my thing.
But after taking the CBASE today, I really needed to get out and get some fresh air. My Mom was planning to ride her new, 18-year old horse, Charisma, whom she fell in love with this past week. She suggested I come along for the ride (literally). After telling her I was afraid of heights, I thought what the heck and decided to join.
Charisma was truly a good horse, just like my Mom had told me. She didn’t buck or disobey or scare me, so we rode for a few hours. She passed the test. She’s a keeper!
And to prove I’m a real cowgirl, I’ve got to go there.
Yeah, I’m posting my butt on my blog. Gotta get the whole effect of riding a horse bareback. Well, kind of. I was behind my Mom, who was on a saddle. That would explain why I’m walking funny if you happen to see me tomorrow. Could it partly be because of my death grip I had on the horse?
Maybe I’ve been reading The Pioneer Woman too much. I better cut back before this gets out of hand. :o)
P.S.- The helmet was just for a funny picture. I didn’t really wear it, although it probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea!