Brought It On My Own D*mn Self

Fit To Ride

Awareness of the outside world. Avoided the news yesterday. So much agita; nothing changes.
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I knew my back was tight. I said so back in 2012.

All that dropping and rolling would be good fall protection. However, all that d&r is based on the ability to do a backwards somersault. I don’t roll. I am too stiff and tight through the back. Instead of curving into a ball and rolling over my shoulder onto my feet, I slam flat on my back and lie there like a distressed turtle. [Crosstraining]

Do I do anything about it?

Of course not.

Sure, I exercised. Walking. Biking. Swimming. Dance Class.

Did I address a known weakness?

Pffft.

Well, unless you count writing “Stretch” on my to-do list.

If my body were a horse, I would never have treated it this way.

I have now spent the last week and a half with an annoyingly painful lower back.

How did I get here? First day, I rode for over an hour & a half when we did our regular Saturday Virtual Tevis ride. Next day, I rode at Falcon Hill for an undocumented length of time but probably over an hour. Walking both days, light trotting the second day. By the evening of the second day I was having trouble moving. No radical overwork, just a long time in the saddle. [Logistics, Attitude]

At least, I think that’s what it was from.

It was not a tweak. I’ve done that. Years ago, I was bending over to lift a heavy cat while trying to keep my white pants off the muddy ground. Even as I reached, I could tell the position was ergonomically awkward. My back went sproing.

This time, my back muscles simply tightened up like a rope that had been pulled so taut the knots will no longer come undone.

The generalized anxiety that is 2020 certainly did not ease any underlying tension.

I did not see a doctor. I mean, other than the one I see every day. Medically, there weren’t enough symptoms to diagnose. They would have told me to rest and given me drugs. I’m a cheap drunk. I react strongly to medications. The universe does not need to see me on muscle relaxers.

So I waited. Heat. Ibuprophen. Linament patches. Started very slight movements as recommended by debandtoby. [Logistics comment]

What I could do: drive, lift heavy objects, anything as long as my spine was straight.

What I could not do: duck my head, get out of bed gracefully, anything that required the slightest curve in my spine either sideways or forward. You be surprise how often one ducks one’s head in the course of a day.

Checked out a new Tai Chi class last week (open air, socially distant, masks on 5 of 6). Was very careful about the moves I made. Felt fine, even good at the time. By the weekend, everything was worse. Could have been from the drive to class, or something unrelated. Either way, am trying not to do anything stupid this week.

Went for a ride on Sunday. That seemed to go well. Hair of the dog?

Once this is over, I will stretch, and stretch, and stretch more. Whether it’s on my to-do list or not.

BTW, Rodney is fine after all that riding. His back gets regular attention.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

The Thoroughbred Invasion, Schooling at SSF

Riding Journal

If you’re on a horse, you’ve already won.

 

Awareness of the outside world. Tired.
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Squad Goals!

First Group Trip!

First Group Off-Property Ride!

When we arrived at Stepping Stone Farm, a rain squall had blown in. So we popped them into the round pen. Cue attack of the zoomies. They ran. They bucked and reared. They exchanged play bites. They even ignored the haynet in order to frolic. Because, what, they don’t have a chance to do this 24/7?

They were fun to watch.

We finally decided that winding down was not an option. In the trailer photo, Milton’s sweat is from antics, not riding.

We tacked up and got on. Major Milestone! Two of us on our horses somewhere else. I can’t think of the last time this happened. It would have been with Previous Horse, so at least 11 years ago. Tempus fugit.

We walked hither and yon. Around the outside of the round pen. Next to the ring. Up the driveway. All walk. No jigging. No fussing. Milton took a long look at a lot of scary things. Afterwards, we took a few passes of trot in the round pen. At least, Milton did. Rodney claimed his feet had still not adjusted to his new shoes and the best he could do was a slow shuffle. This was the same horse running in circles an hour earlier. This is why I am sometimes somewhat less than sympathetic to his shoe drama.

Props to the field horses. The remained uninterested in us and failed to run around causing havoc. Yay!

Rodney continues to be bizarrely brave. Walk past scary, blue plastic, garbage cans? Check. Walk past stumps? Check. Over logs? Check. Charge down hill? Check. The only thing he didn’t like was walking around the side field following the manure spreader track. He acted as if we so far from home we risked falling off the edge of the world. Beneath his dignity to walk on used shavings?

Not that Rodney was completely covering himself with glory. Several times he yanked the reins out of my hands to eat grass. This is new. I felt like a beginner kid on a school pony. Underneath all of that anxiety lies a deep well of rudeness. Good to know.

Rodney was wonderfully calm but scored poorly on general steering and listening to rider. In fact, he was being such a mullethead that I got so annoyed that I forgot to be excited that we were there at all. Way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, Rodney!

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

The Pause, Plus a Bit, Virtual Trail Report, Tevis Sippy Cup, Miles 80 to 81, October 2020

Words

 
Awareness of the outside world. Lost track of days & forgot that yesterday was Columbus Day. I don’t have kids, so I never had this issue, but seems to me that it would be hard to teach kids to be good when history class is a litany of people being shitty to each other. If country X can invade/conquer/colonize country Y because they want to, why can’t I just take Freddy’s toy?
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Overall
Beginning of the week, my back hurt. I rested. Middle of the week, Rodney got shod. He rested. End of the week, rain from Hurricane Delta. We all rested.

Conservation of misery. Getting all the delays over at once.

4 weeks. 20 miles. We got this.

Milestones
None this week. Previous badges included for encouragement.

Daily Log
We are doing our rides in 1/3 or 1/2-mile laps around our pasture. Link to standings, Doctor Whooves, Major Milton, All. Daily screenshots from VTevis results page.

Monday, October 5 – Saturday, October 10, 2020. 0 miles.

Sunday, October 11, 2020. 1.38 miles. Total 81 miles. Time & pace – ridiculously slow. SSF. Streetview still not available. Tracking the trail on the other side of the river.

Went over to Stepping Stone Farm to school, more on this tomorrow. Originally, wasn’t going to count this mileage, since we have not been counting Rodney’s schooling trips to Falcon Hill Farm. Only had phone on me to for between-the-ears shots. Started tracker out of habit. Argued myself into counting it because, both horses did the miles, and we had some very definite trail-type obstacles to walk past.

“Your pace for this activity was 1.5mph. Please confirm your time and resubmit if this is correct.” This is what the VTevis result’s page had to say about our time. Yeah, thanks, we were that slow.

Recent Posts
[Miles 67-79]

[Tevis post archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Shoeing at a Social Distance II, Amendment To Protocol

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 

Awareness of the outside world. It goes over the nose.
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Most of the 2020 shoeing routine remains as it was. Money left on a stool. Horse left in crossties. Assistant holds horse. [Shoeing at a Social Distance]

I have added a mask to wear when I am in that half of the barn. To switch horses. To scoop poop.

Do I think there is a high probability of contagion from a few minutes of arm’s length proximity in a well-ventilated, semi-outside space? Nope.

Do I want to risk the faintest chance of transmitting the disease to my blackmith’s elderly & ailing parent? Nope.

Mask on.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Inkblot, Week 2, Inktober 2020

Images

Awareness of the outside world. National Coming Out Day.
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Process. Squooze drops from cartridge thru the nib of pen. Failed to follow reinterpreted the directions and did not wait for ink to dry. Added lines. Smeared with finger. Tilted page to make shapes.

What I learned. I default to spidery/starburst shapes. Ink did not run easily. Had to bump the page. Thick? Still learning about different inks.

Inspired by Mark-Making Exercises: Day 8: Ink Blots. In truth, the initial idea came from an illustration in Artistcoveries: It’s Much Too Early! I didn’t want to get all staker-y & keep citing same source.

“or just do the 5K and post once a week.” Inktober: Rules & Prompts.

Ink & pen: Cross
Paper: Canson Mix Media, spiral bound, 98 lb
Digitization: cell phone camera
Post-production: resized, border, & watermark in GIMP
Retouching: none

[Straight Lines, Week 1, Inktober 2020]
Inktober [Archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Equine Neologism: Hanxious

Words

Awareness of the outside world. In thanks for giving me the idea for a blog post, a link to this blogger’s most recent BLM activism post, a simple request to read a few essays. Viva Carlos: Never Take Small Steps For Granted.
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Hungry + anxious = Hanxious

When lack of food raises your stress level.

Or when you are sensitive and fragile flower and your roommate eats up the leftover hay leaving you with a gaping void in your midsection which makes room for imaginary ulcer rats to move in and gnaw on your vitals which causes you to be unable to cope with the mundane details of day-to-day existence.

Derivation
I wrote a post on hay & Rodney’s eating habits. L. Williams from Viva Carlos commented, “Aww Rodney gets hangry.” [Routine? What Routine?]

Cute.

Although …. Rodney’s not really an angry being. Subject to every other emotion, which is then worn on his sleeve, but not anger.

For him, discomfort manifests as scared.

Hared? Hungry + scared.

Hooky? Hungry + spooky.

Hense? Hungry + tense.

Hanxious!

Thank you, LW.

Equine Neologisms [Archive]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Virtual BreyerFest 2020, Haul II, Breyer

Random Images

The world is vast & weird.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Giveaway, of a sort. The catch here is that you are not advocating for yourself. I have a few duplicate/excess Breyer models still in box. Let me know your recommendations for where to donate them. Unless the idea is brilliant, local is better due to postage costs. What say you? Hospital? Scout Troop? Toys for Tots? Please note, I am not regifting any models that were gifted to me. These are extra herd members that I purchased.
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Haul photo delayed. Shirt was on back order.

Ballynoe Castle RM. Celebration model. Breyer: BreyerFest Blog, BreyerFest 2020 – Meet your Celebration Horse!, Identify Your Breyer: Show Jumper.

Favory Airiella & dam. Identify Your Breyer: Lipizzaner Mare, Identify Your Breyer: Lipizzaner Foal

Éire, Brittanys Breyers: Irish Draught! . Shirt. Thorn, special run, Breyer: BreyerFest Blog, The reveal you’ve been waiting for!, Identify Your Breyer: Trakehner

I was offered two copies of this model for my SR time slot. Since this was 8th out of 9 on my preference list, I passed. I felt so virtuous. Due to a computer error, BreyerFest had to go back and evaluate every order. (Can you imagine!) I was reoffered Thorn. Are you sure you don’t want this pretty horsey? We’ll just leave it over here for you to look at. Hmmm. I was so proud of my restraint over the weekend. But, you only regret the ones you don’t buy, right? Here, take my money. Take it. Before I change my mind. Well played, Breyer, well played.

[I Came, I Saw, I Sat On The Couch, Show Report, Virtual BreyerFest 2020]
[Virtual BreyerFest 2020, Haul I, Kentucky Horse Park Gift Shop]
BreyerFest 2020 [Archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane,
Katherine Walcott