Sore muscles...all over my body.
I'm sure my wild ride on Saturday caused most of them.
But, there was the bronc ride I got afterward too.
I took my buckskin horse to the barrel racing. No sense having a 4-horse trailer if you aren't going to fill all the slots-LOL.
Frosty has needed to start getting out and about again. He rides off great by himself or with Meg on another horse, but that isn't anything like what a horse experiences at public events.
Riding around the parking lot, he was fine. After all, he did run the gauntlet regularly back in SD.
He was not prepared for the warm-up arena.
But I was prepared for him...
And he didn't let me down.
Meg rode beside me and that helped Frosty somewhat. Horses passing him and loping every which way around him was freaking him out. A LOT!!!
He held it together pretty darn well, until a lady came loping straight for him.
He must have had flashbacks to that cow last summer-LMAO.
He dove left. He dove right...
And then he just bogged his head and let 'er rip. Full blown bronc ride.
Complete with bawling.
Think that won't get everyone within earshot's attention?
Oh yea! Everyone stopped and stared.
If he would have so much as ducked left or right when he blew up, I'm pretty sure I would have been off. Thankfully, he just bucked straight ahead.
Megan said I looked good.
I got his head pulled up and rode him out of it. We made another couple laps around the arena. Everyone gave me plenty of space-LOL.
And then we got the heck out of there.
Rode around outside a bit and called it a day.
My fun meter was pegged. I was ready to go home. So we loaded horses as fast as we could and headed for home.
I'm too old for this crap!!!
You would think that I would have been smart enough to take it easy today, but I didn't. There's too much to do these days. Hopefully I can move tomorrow.;)