As I sit here bundled in my fleece riding britches, Underarmor t-shirt, wool socks, fleece vest, I see your Facebook pictures and videos of Cross Country schooling in the Florida sun. You left us after Christmas and tease us with pictures of green grass, t-shirts and galloping outside. I sigh heavily, one day that may be me... yes, one day that may be me.
|Snow in October|
Sigh... gonna be a long one
This next migration is even more painful. You see, the Florida Snowbirds have a professional feel. They are the Trainer's-trainers, the serious working students and those moving up... not to Training but to Intermediate and Advanced. I live vicariously through your thrills. Envy? Maybe just an itsy, bitsy tiny bit of envy. You see, I will never be you but I love what you are doing.
It is the migration to Aiken that steals my serenity... just a bit! You see, the flock that flies to Aiken are folks like me... Amateurs, the thirty-, forty-, fifty- somethings. You're eager to go to be outside, to laugh with your Eventing Buddies and some of you may not even compete... you just want to have fun at the hundreds of places to run, jump and play.
And, you're not only tech-savvy... you are active posters. You'll have brushes with celebrities and may even take lessons with our greats. Your pictures and stories are told instantly on the Internet, through Facebook, COTH and Blogs. I've never been to Aiken but by the time I get there I will know where to go for the best breakfast, best XC schooling, best event, coolest restaurants... 'cause you tell me every day you're there.
My Trainers left this week and I am alone... dreaming of you all in Aiken, Ocala and Wellington. One day that will be me!
So, winter work continues... finding the grrrrr, making jumping fun again and really fine tuning our transitions. We will gallop in the snow and laugh with our home girl peeps. XC skiing will replace XC schooling... and sometimes, I'll look South and think about you...
One day that will be me...