Fadedwords

I wrote about the wretched situation with the barn here and then again here.   It’s been weighing on me steadily, and I guess it will just have to continue to do so.

I spoke with Joy today and she apologized again for everything.  She said that they had planned to put me on Sergeant, but that he’s come up with a serious lameness that will take awhile to mend.  She said that they have no horses that weigh 1100lbs, so until I get to 220 riding is a no go.  She said that she had been hoping they could make an exception based upon my riding experience, but the directors at the farm had decided they couldn’t.  She said that Sergeant should be sound by second block, which begins at the end of October.  So even if I’m not quite to 220 by then, I should be able to ride.

Of course this means that the decision is final.  No riding until October.  I have to really try to get to 220 by then, in case this horse is not sound by then.  It means that I have to go right back to square one, and go through that horribly painful experience of torn muscles all over again.  I have to worry about not losing and having to wait even longer.  I have to try to lose enough so that I can take one or two private lessons before group lessons start to stand a chance of not killing or embarrassing myself in front of the group.

It’s just bad news.

I know that people will suggest that exercising will keep the muscles ready, but there is literally no exercise that mimics what horseback riding does to your muscles.  There is no preparation for this.  It’s just starting at square one.

So yeah.  Finally and definitely crappy.