Big Talker!

Yeah ... I talk big, but occasionally, I'm a weenie, too!  Christmas day dawned beautiful.  The temperatures were in the high 50s early, and the air was calm.  Hubby and I made the family rounds and came home to play: him cycling, me riding.  He knows my barn trips usually take four hours, especially on a weekend, so our plan was to meet up several hours later.  

RM, barn owner, had asked me to take over some of the barn chores for the holiday weekend in a deal that was mutually beneficial, so I hurried out to the barn to clean stalls, feed, turn out, and make sure the place was still standing.  I started cleaning stalls with gusto, rotating the horses through their turnout as I moved from stall to stall.  However ...  By the time I brought the last horse in, Sydney, I was moving rather slowly.  I think I just ran out of steam.  

After a busy work week, a lesson, cleaning stalls, riding both horses on Friday and Saturday, cooking for Christmas Eve, visiting with friends and family, and doing all of my regular life stuff like laundry, I simply hung up Sydney's halter, locked up the barn, and blew all the horses kisses.  An afternoon at home, with nothing really important to do but hold down the sofa, seemed like a very good idea.  

Monday is soon enough to be back in the saddle.  One ride-free day won't ruin anyone's current training level.