The first Monday afternoon after we move our clocks back always provides a startling dose of reality, especially if you're like me and don't work a typical nine to five day. It felt like we lost at least two hours this Monday, and Tuesday was no better.
Not only did I get to work an hour early on Tuesday, like I do every day, but I had an after school meeting that required me to stay an extra hour. Nothing like working two hours of unpaid over time. I know, I know - Call the wambulance already.
By the time I got to the barn, it was already dark enough to need a headlamp inside the barn. I turned each horse out while I hand grazed the other. Speedy hadn't had a good gallop in at least a week so he was more than ready.
After watching him rip around our newly rain soaked arena, I simply couldn't resist hopping on. I grabbed my helmet and a riding halter and jumped on bareback in my muck boots. He was caked with arena sand, but I didn't care.
Speedy might not be the hulk of horseflesh that Izzy is, but make no mistake - he's a hunk. I hadn't worked him at the trot bareback in a long time. I was shocked at how much muscle rippled under my rear end. That boy is built!
Sometimes squeezing in a bit of fun can change your whole day. I know my husband appreciated my perkier evening attitude. Thanks, Speedy G!