As I sit down to tell you about my first riding lesson, my thighs are still on fire from my Wednesday evening horse time. It’s Saturday morning. That’s a long time to hobble and ache, don’t you think?
We got there and met up with our instructor and our horses. I was to ride Killian, a beautiful and huge horse. My daughter got a sweet and sassy pony named Jasper and Emily got….wait - who the hell is Emily? I soon found out. Emily was a beginner as well but she was a few lessons ahead of us and was not at all thrilled to be sharing her time with others.
“Is she going to ride with us? Her? The MOM?”
“Yes, Emily. They will both be in the class with you today.”
“But she’s a Mom. She’s not supposed to ride. She’s supposed to watch!”
Emily, at 9 years old, was getting on my ever-lovin’ nerves. She had to be first at everything and would not stop asking rude questions like the ones sampled above. Frankly, I think it hurt Killian’s feelings but we both overlooked it and held our heads up high. I was there to learn, dammit.
My daughter and I walking the rail.
The instructor let us get comfortable and then told us to take it to a trot. The she began shouting “Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down” and we had to stand and sit while we were trotting.
Up, Down, Up, Down…I still hear it in my sleep.
Holy cow! This was really hard! I had no idea that I would be getting this kind of workout. But it was good. I was doing well and so was my daughter. Emily, on the other hand, was pissed. She was not a happy camper and about threw a fit when she was not in the lead.
See her trying to pass me? Hold your freaking horses!
It was a long, hot, crotch-crunching, leg-screaming hour. We came home, showered and collapsed.
Did I mention that I was still sore? I’m still sore. I walk in this funny way that keeps making my husband ask me if I have to go to the bathroom.
And all that fuss about the sweet -ass horse pants? I wore jeans.
We have another lesson next week - hopefully sans Emily. Whatever. I know I could take her if I had to… if I can walk straight by then.
“long, hot, crotch-crunching, leg-screaming hour”
you are talking about riding a horse, right
I cannot stop laughing! Between you & your obsession with those damn ass-smacking horse pants & the comment above…. HOOOOTTTT!!! And is it just me, but um, hello? Your horse was named after a beer? Hell YAH!!
LOL!!! It’s a darned good thing you have a whole week between lessons, huh??
LBC
Well. Giddyup, girlfriend. :razz:
I miss riding - I think it takes a while to get used to the up-down crotch crunchiness. It’s more of a flow, a feeling after a while and you just kinda let him toss you back a bit. Still, I remember that burning sensation. After all these years!
You two look adorable!
I remember how much my legs used to hurt when I’d go riding with my friend in high school. I feel for ya.
You look like you know what you’re doing to me!
Wow, Emily sounds like a brat. Aren’t you glad your kids don’t act like that? Hope those thighs are feeling better.
Hey …if Emily IS in your class, look at her and say “you’re going to wear THAT? Honey… only cowboys wear jeans. I guess you don’t care that you don’t look the part.”
I can’t stand precocious children. Especially nine year olds.
LMAO
You wore jeans after all that you wore jeans? I’ll say it again, you wore jeans? :shocked:
Now, this is what I think you should do to Emily
Keep up the riding!
I missed the hot cool pants stuff, but man KIDS.
I think you can take her. But what’re the odds on the other mom? Have you met her yet?
Horse riding lessons!
What a great idea
You do leave much room for puns etc.. However I’m getting my exercise horse this week, so am the last person to talk
Do I have to get cool pants for exercising on the horsee? Think the women in the Brookstone interactive video—were wearing exercise pants where the crotch unsnapped.
If I love it will take horse back riding lessons in Central Park
Thanks for giving me the idea! :yahoo:
Sounds like Emily needs a little smack with the switch! What a brat!
Good for you!! I think it’s so much fun to take up a new sport/hobby. I love horses, but I’m horribly allergic to them.
Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon. You’ve only just begun, you know, and honeymoons of any kind make you sore until you’re used to it.
Snicker.
Reading these posts makes me want to ride! I haven’t been on a horse since high school, but I still remember those sore legs like it was yesterday..OMG! :shocked:
Beautiful pictures!
Aw, don’t you gals look cute??
I never cared much for riding English…western saddles are much roomier for larger asses (MINE, I mean) plus you don’t have to post. :giggle:
Sounds like Little Emily could use a couple classes at Charm School.
That is a good story. I so hope that Emily is there next week just so we can hear how you beat her down…
I have always wanted to ride a horse. I don’t think I’d look good in the pants though.
Hope you have a great Monday and that your legs have recovered some. I do that with long rides and it wears me out! It makes me feel old compared to my 9 year old who is sore for a day and then doesn’t complain after that.
Kids!
:rofl: Your story brings back memories of my several hour long rides when we went to West Virginia. Both times my legs were numb at the end of the ride and I needed to have someone help me off the horse. Then I stood motionless for at least 10 minutes before I felt I could safely take the first step. And yes, I walked like my pants were loaded (!) for a couple of days!
The pictures are great! Who took them, the trainer?