Having officially recovered from my lessons on Prairie, it's only fitting that I'm planning to torture my poor legs (and left arm/claw) again with another trip this weekend. I feel like a human ping-pong ball bouncing between total elation at having lessons scheduled - and total and utter despair at the thought of being absolutely crippled again.
Did I mention that maximum post-lesson-crippling should strike just about the time I fold myself into an airplane seat for our honeymoon? Perfect. Nothing like starting off a trip tied up like a pretzel! If it sounds like I'm complaining about riding my fabulous new horse before going on our fabulous big trip... well. I guess I am.
But I don't mean it (the whining that is). I just always dread any sort of pretzel-related feelings.
In actuality I'm totally and completely thrilled with my life's itinerary for the next month.
Tomorrow: Go see P and ride in the SUNSHINE
Thursday/Friday: work a little
Saturday Sunday: RIDE A LOT (yay big mare)
Monday/Tuesday: work a little
Wednesday until March..... lions and tigers bears oh my! Okay. No actual tigers or bears.. but hopefully some rhino and elephants!!
I will be pretty absent for a while, but in theory our safari itinerary includes some rides (both in jungle and on beach) so I'm hoping to have some mildly relevant stories to share.
P has already made me promise to bring her back something, and P2? well, she doesn't understand why people would ever fly for pleasure (and pointed out that her passport has more stamps than The Boy's ((rude)) ).
Full report to come from P's visit!