Field work has kept me away from both horse and computer for the past week as we've been out snorkeling Carolina rivers, in our endless quest for freshwater mussel population data.
This morning, Solo and I did get to resume our interval training, looping in a stretchy trot around cut-over farm fields. Not entirely fun as it clearly demonstrated how much fitness we've both lost. But we bulled through three 15-minute trot sets and a sad, single 4-minute canter set. Gotta start somewhere and 95% humidity never helps.
On the walk back to the farm though, I was reminded why Mr. Shiny exudes awesomeness: deer bursting through the woods? Transfer truck jake-braking around the turn as it passes us on the shoulder? Turkey flying at our faces? Empty bottles of Sprite and flattened Natty Light cans crunching underfoot? Hay tarps whipping off a passing trailer? None garner even the flick of an ear from my seasoned campaigner. I smile when a passing car honks, trying to elicit a spook from my horse. Not gonna work, suckers, he's busy looking at a tree.
Coming up, I'm trying a couple exciting products that may just make our lives better. We also see Dr. Bob in about a week for a check on Solo's injury and his fall shots -- who knows what fascinating information he will impart this time! I am hoping for good news, as Solo's butt is much less lumpy when I massage, which means I'm finding fewer knots and less pain. Stay tuned!
This morning, Solo and I did get to resume our interval training, looping in a stretchy trot around cut-over farm fields. Not entirely fun as it clearly demonstrated how much fitness we've both lost. But we bulled through three 15-minute trot sets and a sad, single 4-minute canter set. Gotta start somewhere and 95% humidity never helps.
On the walk back to the farm though, I was reminded why Mr. Shiny exudes awesomeness: deer bursting through the woods? Transfer truck jake-braking around the turn as it passes us on the shoulder? Turkey flying at our faces? Empty bottles of Sprite and flattened Natty Light cans crunching underfoot? Hay tarps whipping off a passing trailer? None garner even the flick of an ear from my seasoned campaigner. I smile when a passing car honks, trying to elicit a spook from my horse. Not gonna work, suckers, he's busy looking at a tree.
Coming up, I'm trying a couple exciting products that may just make our lives better. We also see Dr. Bob in about a week for a check on Solo's injury and his fall shots -- who knows what fascinating information he will impart this time! I am hoping for good news, as Solo's butt is much less lumpy when I massage, which means I'm finding fewer knots and less pain. Stay tuned!