I Want To Ride On A White Horse
Trip Start Jan 30, 2011
262Trip End Nov 16, 2011
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Before I knew it I was squashing a helmet on and putting one foot in the stirrup on Justice, the horse who is second to slowest and so could offer me the most confidence, apparently
As I leant forward when going uphill I came the closest I ever will to being a jockey, and even surprised myself when getting off Justice and finding my back wasn’t nearly as sore as I feared it would be, although I can imagine it would hurt if you went into a trot, and was extremely glad the attendant adjusted my stirrups so my knees weren’t quite so bent. All in all my first time riding a horse wasn’t as traumatic as I feared it would be, although it’d have to be pretty eventful for a ride at two miles-per-hour to traumatise someone.
I continued to scoop more poop into the early afternoon, but the smell failed to impose itself on my nostrils, that was until I left the stables and couldn’t fail to miss it: it was on my jeans, my t-shirt, my shoes, and even in my hair on the shoes. It may have been a bad idea to wear the walking shoes that have to accompany for the duration of my trip, as they’re now destined to live in a plastic bag until being brought out at the last minute to contaminate any fresh air. I had a great time around the horses, but I’m not sure six hours of work was equal to $25, the cost of the ride; someone got a good deal, but I’m not sure it was me.