I am back in the saddle, literally. And damn, it feels great.
It’s been a couple years since I rode horses regularly. Work, family, my health, finances—ahh, life– all contributed to keeping me out of the barn.
But, I woke too many mornings during this no-horse phase, wishing I was riding. And I kept practicing my two-point position on my bike. Clearly, I wasn’t through with a hobby (an addiction?) I had practiced most of my adult life.
Why is it that some girls never outgrow their love-of-horses-phase-of-life?
After 4 lessons in two weeks, I am in. 100%.
Barn basics quickly came back: brushing, tacking, mounting, handling, riding (walk-trot-canter-low jumps) and yes, a little nerves. As my trainer J says, the muscle memory was still there. And in each lesson, that memory and confidence was a bit stronger. I certainly couldn’t pick up a brand new sport this quickly.
After several visits, I realize it is more than the horses, the lift I get from riding that brought me back. I think I also relished going back to a familiar place for the mental memories I have of the barn, the people, the friends I have made. I feel welcome, like it’s been days since I have been there, not a year.
Resuming riding is also a short reminder of cliché’s—life is short, time goes fast, etc etc.
If there is something you love to do, DO IT. If you want to try something new, make the time now for yourself, your interests, yourself. The joy it might bring is worth it.
The journey continues.