I really miss riding. It’s been a month off of most exercise–too busy with work, family, too hot to ride weeks–other than a short bike ride, dog walk, yoga class.
But on my bike, I close my eyes and feel a horse canter between my legs. I wake in the morning thinking “I wish I could ride today.” I yearn for the camaraderie of my friends, my trainer pushing me to better, be more, challenge myself.
So today, with the kids back at school, work under control for a moment, I escaped my desk on a gorgeous summer morning for a couple hours to ride.
And how I have missed it. I didn’t realize until I was back the myriad of things I love about riding:
Greetings with the grooms, the horses, the scent of hay, soft nickers.
- The Zen feeling of currying Gatsby before tacking up. I feel myself relax, as I move my arms in repeated circular motion, watching loose hair and dirt escape.
- The smell of leather, the saddle-bridle-girth in a familiar hold as I carry them from the tack room.
- A familiar warm up routine in the refurbished outdoor arena, I am enjoying our alone time as we walk and trot through circles and serpentines, move smoothly over poles.
- Then cantering in both directions, flying-flying-free, smiling. A gentle pat.
- Once done, I welcome the sweat streaming down my face, my back. It’s been a great workout.
- The routing of lathering up Gatsby, then toweling him off after hosing him off.
I feel lighter as I leave, my spirit lifted. Tonight, I feel the premature ache of legs not used to this exercise. I can’t wait to ride again.
I was not going to write about riding today. But, since the happy endorphins still feel as if they are flowing, I want to capture and try to remember these feelings.
Try it this weekend, to escape a few moments doing something you love. It will lift you, put a spring in your step. C