On Saturday I went horseback riding. For the first time in a year. Now everything below my waist just hurts.
But it was totally worth it. I had Trölli who could have almost passed for a gentleman in addition to being a sweetheart. We even found a decent four-wheel drive tölt! :D But dear nordic walking grannies, please don't sneak up on a bunch of horses and their riders when they're all concentrating on listening to the leader's instructions: I was the last in line with Trölli, and the granny in question scared him shitless. Luckily Trölli is smart and lazy enough to check if it's a granny or a saber-toothed tiger before vanishing into the horizon, so we survived with only one huge panicked tiger-ish leap and I didn't have time to even think about falling.
<333 Trölli's far from perfect, but we fit together quite well. Pay attention to the ridiculously charming forelocks.