Just when things were going so well...

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…

Thank you, honey, for taking a picture of the picture on my cell phone...

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!”