Sans Saddle

Riding Journal

 
Awareness of the outside world. These are the same jeans I had on in a 2016 post [Macho]. No one can accuse me of indulging in fast fashion. “Fast fashion isn’t free. Someone, somewhere is paying.” Lucy Siegle, journalist and author. “Demand quality not just in the products you buy, but in the life of the person who made it.” Orsola de Castro, designer and cofounder of Fashion Revolution. (Original sources lost in a sea of requotes. 32). OTOH, it’s easy for me to sneer at fashion, because I so clearly have none. [My Denim Guide]
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Milton was using Rodney’s saddle. We wanted to ride together. So, I hopped on bareback. [The Tack Change]

I survived an hour & 13 minute ride! Go me!

Granted it was all at a walk, but that’s the longest I’ve ridden bareback in ages.

Getting off was a bit of a sideshow. My right leg was not responding particularly well at that point. By the time I managed to heave it over the horse, I lost control of the dismount and ended up slithering down his side. There were sound effects.

Rodney is reasonably comfy, for a Thoroughbred, but has a big, swinging stride. I practiced staying loose and sitting up tall.

You may now be impressed with my balance.

You may now be impressed with my fortitude.

You may now ignore the one-handed, white-knuckle grip I had on the mane.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

The Tack Change, Virtual Trail Report, Tevis Sippy Cup, Miles 82 to 85, October 2020

Riding Journal

 
Awareness of the outside world. I would be more interested in Originalism if the Founding Fathers had a better definition of ALL.
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Overall
Trying Milton in Rodney’s saddle. On Saturday, we rode sequentially and shared the saddle. On Sunday, I rode bareback.

Milestones

Francisco’s, Mile 85. Image source & additional photos, The Tevis Cup: Francisco’s.

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.

Wednesday, October 14, 2020. Tried to fit in an evening ride. No dice.

Saturday, October 17, 2020. Today, 1 mile, awarded. Total 82 miles.

Went over to Stepping Stone Farm to tryout new saddle combinations in a contained space. Forgot phone clip so no tracking. Milton went 28 minutes; Rodney, 42. Even our slowest pace is 27 minutes for a mile and Milton did some trotting, so one mile seems fair. Rodney went longer but stood more. No streetview.

Sunday, October 18, 2020. Today, 2.85 miles. Total, 85 miles. Time, 1 hour 13 minutes. Pace 25 minpermile/2.4 mph.

Yes, I deliberately chased the mileage to get us down to 5 miles per week for the next three weeks. Being close to another badge didn’t hurt. Horses were angels for first part. Then there was a lot of, ‘There is the mounting block. Don’t you want to get off?’ and ‘I can turn around so we can get back to the mounting block so you can get off.’ The horse equivalent of ‘Are we there yet?!’

Did a figure-8 across the pasture for variety. Took four tries (two previously, two this time) for Rodney to decide that bush-whacking was on his repertoire. When I say bush-whacking, I mean following trails that they had made across their own pasture. Rodney had led the first attempt. Hated it. Followed Milton a few times. Finally decided the idea was acceptable.

Recent Posts
Mine
[Miles 79-81]

Others
County Island: The Tevis Trail: In Which I Call a Chicken’s Bluff. Sorta.
County Island: The Tevis Trail: What Happened at Foresthill

[Tevis post archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Mood On Monday, Waiting

Thoughts

 

Waiting for something good to happen.
Waiting for something bad to happen.

Waiting for it all to be over.
Waiting to understand that it is not going to be “over” for a long, long time. If ever.

Waiting for a good book to read.
Waiting for energy to do more than reread light fiction.

Waiting for inspiration to invent calculus.
Waiting for the strength to get through each day.

Waiting to get back to normal.
Waiting to figure out what normal means.

Waiting for election day.
Waiting for the day after election day.

Waiting.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Horsehair Pottery

Celebrating Art

 
Trip to SSF took longer than planned. Had to wait for construction to stop. Milton does. not. like. construction noise. So, one from the reserve pile.
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Bought from: Knotted Bird Gifts, the museum store
During: Moundville Native American Festival
Moundville Archaeological Park
Moundville, AL USA
October 9-12, 2019

Previous Moundville
[War Pony]
Alabama Alumni Magazine: Ancient Lessons , article on Moundville by me, 2004

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Odds and Ends from Summer

Words

 
Awareness of the outside world time. A boyfriend of my youth turned 65 last week. That is legit old. That is retirement age … that is not possible … no way that sweet, young thing is so old … no way this sweet young thing dated anyone who is 65 … I said awareness of time, not acceptance.
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The downside of lunch at the barn.
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Note to self. Do not wear a red shirt when hosing Milton. The reflections on a wet, gray horse are too disturbing.
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When I type, SHOE comes out SHOW, RISING comes out RIDING. Freudian typing.
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Milton will not eat his frozen treat if I am holding the cup. He’ll will eat out of the exact same cup if I hand it over to his rider. I’m not taking this personally. Not at all. Not in the slightest. [Horsicles]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

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