Up and down over the
Until Ellie saw the giant
Personally my favorite kind of fall is the one where you don't even realize that you've fallen off until you hit the ground. The most embarrassing fall is the one where you slowly slide off while the horse stands quietly.
This was the worst kind of fall. The one where you realize impending doom as you're frantically clinging to any solid object- mane, neck, saddle (I left boot marks on the seat of my saddle from my attempts)- until there's no other alternative than to note where your foot is in the stirrup, give yourself a little push, let go, and land flat on your back.
Between wheezes I assured her I was fine (not fine) and suggested she hop off her pony and walk the remainder with me. Because the last thing I needed was to deal with Remy running off while I hobble slowly after.
So here we are. Two glasses of wine and a huge Ibuprofen in. I have a feeling when I get on my plane to Salt Lake tomorrow I will be feeling less than stellar but hopefully recovered enough to kick it in my Sunday lesson!
Happy to have my first fall on Ellie under my belt (and on trail- which is perfect!) and
Tell me- what was your worst fall?
|Love that Kelly reads the blog and agrees readily to take "artsy photos"