Show Report, Foot

Awareness of the outside world. LEGO Convention. Wore a mask. Felt mildly stupid. Saw one other, on a vendor. However, last time I was around that many children, I was sick for a month. Not Covid, just kid grot. [Leaping Around The Swamp]

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All horse show, all week. [How To Spontaneously End Up At A Horse Show]

In deciding to do the show, I considered how my foot would handle the drive. I’d be sitting. I considered how my foot would handle the ride. We’ll see. I neglected to consider the fact it was a horse show and I would be running about like a Border Collie with a sheep deficit.

I had been using a single crutch as support. I elected not to use it at the show. It’s noisy. It’s cumbersome. I wasn’t sure how the horses would handle it, particularly in the narrow workspace we would have at that show.

I padded my jod boot with the stretchy support sock and extra socks. I sallied forth. I ran around. A lot.

Much moving to get ready for the driving classes. SSF does a great job for their clients, but driving is labor intensive, especially getting two horses & two carts set up and into the ring. So much gear, so many people.

I even got so caught up in groom mode that I forgot to switch to show mode. I had to run back to get my helmet, apologizing as I went. Possibly the first time I have run since March.

I did manage to put on my foot brace & sit a bit between classes.

Time to ride. Got on. Put foot in stirrup. Tried posting at a stand-still So far, so good. The only time my foot outright objected was when I took it out of the stirrup to hang down while we waited. Nope, dangling from the end of my leg was not a foot-approved activity. Put back in stirrup. The class started and I didn’t think of my foot again.

Before the class, people kept asking, how’s your foot? Which was nice of them. In retrospect, I was on a horse. I was at a horse show. Nothing was going to bother me.

The next morning.

Foot: What exactly are your plans for today?

Me, meekly: Lots of aspirin and sit quietly on the couch?

Foot: Well, okay then.

[Foot archives]

Onwards!
Katherine