Another ride out on the road to take advantage of that footing, this time with the pelham. She does not curl or get heavy with it and she listens to half halts really nicely, even when cantering towards home on the side of the road. She might be a little hollow... but I'm going to take that over the other options she gives me at present. I feel pretty confident it's going to give me what I need at St Johns now.
Unfortunately, our ride was marred by a swarm of flies! We never have flies, okay, there are flies but they rarely swarm like that and come on! It's March.
And again with the trash cans, today on their sides from yesterday's intense wind. They were waiting to get her and careful attention had to be given them. The dirt piles have been deemed safe though.
On the cool side, a bald eagle was flying circles over/around us for about ten minutes at the start of our ride. I see them enough that it's not like a huge event anymore, but notable.
I downloaded an app to track our ride. I wish I'd done that years ago. We went 4.1 miles in an hour, top speed 10.7 mph, which is 287 mpm. As that's when we were cantering I won't have to up the speed too much to get up to 300 mpm.
We both came back on the sweaty side. I had decided not to lock Naners up tonight, but after she rolled she wanted into the stalls with Ollie, so in she went. Silly horse.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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