We were at the bank yesterday, and the woman we were talking with had a picture of her daughter showjumping their AQHA stallion over a nice size looking fence. She mentioned that she needed to get her knee replaced, and before I could make a joke to avoid her saying it was from a horse, she said it was from her years of barrel racing. The *second* we walked out the door, Tom pounced on it.
Also, the same horsey friend with the 4-yo OTTB from the last post was telling me how her husband gets excited when she comes home after a bad day of riding and grumbles about the time and the money and why do we do this, and then is deflated when the next day she comes home from a great day of riding.
I don't know other people who get the same kind of pent up stress if they don't get to ride. It's like turning the valve and letting off my steam. Even if it has been mostly the painful (and arduous) kind of learning lately instead of the fun kind of learning.
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