How boring does that sound? Somewhere my teenager, eventer-self just rolled her adolescent eyes and died a little.
But whatever, I'm old(er) now and when we can canter a pole in stride and in balance without having to work too hard - well that is cause for celebration these days.
After the victorious canter-pole-ing, we jumped a small course and managed to do quite well. I was supposed to being adding a stride in the line, which we did most of the time.. so it wasn't without bobbles...
But even when there were bobbles, Prair stayed tuned in and we were able to recover quickly and move on to our next fence.
All in all, it left me feeling pretty good about attacking the 2' Ring in Thermal.
Then I packed. Much like last year my goal is always to pack as much crap into my trunk as possible so I have less crap to carry on the plane with me. I am a carryon only type girl, which is hard enough when you are schlepping a helmet and garment bag and boots, but I think that would be damn near impossible with a baby and all the baby gear in tow as well.
So the trunk has all my tack, all my show clothes, a few of baby's toys, all my toiletries that won't pass TSA's absurd 3oz BS and a big jar of treats for the mare to munch on while we are there.
Oh, and the gastrogard, and the perfect prep and the earplugs. Don't. Forget. The. Earplugs.
Prair wouldn't mind if I forgot the earplugs, she's more concerned about me forgetting her treats.
|This is the "More Treats" face.|
|reason #567 I like Brookledge - they show up EARLY|