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| Not me, Sugar's new foxhunting friend! |
Benched... Oh, not forever, not from a horse related injury and certainly nothing "career" ending... You see, I kind of, somewhat, perhaps, injured/aggravated my right knee. It is one of those injuries that makes a "Master" rider feel old, like really old. And, this Master Rider, has no patience for waiting and yet, has to wait for an orthopedic appointment to determine if said noise/grinding/pain is just arthritis or a tear in a the cartilage needing some cleanup work.
So, I ride without stirrups, do sitting trot instead of posting, cantering and hacking... Hmmmm, I might come out of this "rest" a better rider. Yay me!
Sugar has made more friends... She's got a young 20 somethin' jumping and playing with her while her horse (the famous Pink Pony) is rehabbing from a slight injury. And, Sug found another "Master" rider, like me, also rehabbing her precious foxhunter, to enjoy the pleasures of foxhunting in the Spring.
And, I get to watch...
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| Sug's very own 20 something'! |
{{{{{Hmmmmmm, do I hear violins being gently stroked as I prepare to whine about my loss? Um, NO!}}}}}
You see, I love to watch! I love to take my time and groom her until all that white gleams in the sunshine as I get to watch! And, I love to play as a photographer... Love! Love! Love!
Yet, I sometimes feel that time is passing me by and that I may never get back what I lost. It is those moments, sitting with ice on a sore knee, or taking a bad step or failing miserably at posting, I can hear the pity pot calling my name. It speaks softly and calls. "Come here lil' girl, sit a spell and stew your self doubt, add unmet expectations and sprinkle your thoughts with whining... I will help you make this little inconvenience worse."
The orthopedics appointment is 5/28... In the mean time, I close the door on the pity pot and revel in the watching from the bench!
