I had my first horseback riding lesson in 10 years this afternoon.
Bliss, bliss, sweat, sweat, burn, burn. Repeat.
I can barely move my legs to walk or push on the brake pedal.
It will be sheer force of will that will get me locomotive tomorrow. Really.
Here I am happy, exhausted, and on Cloud Nine with Hollis.
And, ohhhhh, how they ache and burn. Like someone grabbed my tendons with a big, beefy fist and ripped them out through my pale skin. Yeah, that kinda sore.
I loved every frickin' second on top of that big, sweaty beast, though. Yessir, I did. Can't wait to do it again. I'm a glutton for punishment, always have been. But I'm sure you already knew that.
I <3 horses.
I <3 Anthony.
I <3 the Anthony who rubs me after I ride horses.
Update: It's day 2 after the ride and I can barely walk. I've never felt the tendons in my groin so acutely before. I feel like a rag doll with only thread keeping my legs attached! hahahaha I still love it, though. My wrists now hurt and some weird inner muscle around my center. My body is a mysterious puzzle it seems!