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So Connor's been kind of footsore all summer, and I got to see Karen for a little bit today, and she basically told me "yeah....he really can't do much right now." We've scratched from the horse trial next weekend, but I still want to do Loudoun in 2 weeks. So what was the solution we came up with?
Horse swimming! We put Connor in a pool and he swims around for a couple of laps and gets a great cardiovascular workout without actually putting any stress on his ouchy, elderly 18-year old feet. And he's so cute when he swims!!
Even though the swimming outing was fun, I'm getting increasingly frustrated by how the horse things have gone this summer. It just goes to prove that if you put aside a summer to compete, all hell will break loose.
At least we had a great time at Maryland. And hey, lord knows I've had to deal with much much much worse horse trouble. This is all just a minor annoyance.
On a completely different note, do you ever have days or moments or hours where you feel like your life is a movie? That things are moving in ways you can't control--either in good ways or bad? Or even that something, even if just momentarily, is so visually and ironically and beautifully perfect that you actually feel like you fell out of a Woody Allen film? It's not a self-indulgent feeling, but almost a spiritual feeling. That forces greater than me are writing my life. Well Tuesday night Zach Armstrong and I were sprawled out on the floor of the Metro Center, using each other's backs as chairs, philosophizing as we waited for the train, and I realized that for better or for worse, Tuesday was definitely one of those days.
Horse swimming! We put Connor in a pool and he swims around for a couple of laps and gets a great cardiovascular workout without actually putting any stress on his ouchy, elderly 18-year old feet. And he's so cute when he swims!!
Even though the swimming outing was fun, I'm getting increasingly frustrated by how the horse things have gone this summer. It just goes to prove that if you put aside a summer to compete, all hell will break loose.
At least we had a great time at Maryland. And hey, lord knows I've had to deal with much much much worse horse trouble. This is all just a minor annoyance.
On a completely different note, do you ever have days or moments or hours where you feel like your life is a movie? That things are moving in ways you can't control--either in good ways or bad? Or even that something, even if just momentarily, is so visually and ironically and beautifully perfect that you actually feel like you fell out of a Woody Allen film? It's not a self-indulgent feeling, but almost a spiritual feeling. That forces greater than me are writing my life. Well Tuesday night Zach Armstrong and I were sprawled out on the floor of the Metro Center, using each other's backs as chairs, philosophizing as we waited for the train, and I realized that for better or for worse, Tuesday was definitely one of those days.