The sun was shining (although the mud was ridiculously deep due to melting snow), and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. I rode inside, and focused on things like “side pass over a pole” and “back through the L”. These are things she had never been asked to do before, but she managed to figure it out. We did a few shallow canter loops on the long side and played with elasticity in that gait.
Cooling down, I didn’t want to forget my vest, so I rode over and picked it up from the t-post. Fancy Pony didn’t care. It was a little dusty, so I shook it out. Fancy Pony didn’t care! Then, things just got silly…
I slid my vest over her neck and ears. I swung it next to her face on both sides. I swung it around her haunches. I hung my vest over her face and asked her to walk. And she did! She *did* stick her nose out, I’m sure to peek under the hem.
After running out of ways to torture my Fancy Pony, I decided to call it quits. I had been a little stiff all weekend, but hadn’t thought much of it. I was feeling much looser after riding. I was driving home and feeling pretty darn good!Then, the muscle spasms started. I managed to make it home, crawled out of the car, and waddled into the house. Hubby was generous enough to take my boots off, as I couldn’t even get them unzipped. Welcome back to the land of “I can’t put my own socks and shoes on!”