When I ride I think about my cracked pelvis. And my tight hip. It's only been 3 months. I'm back to riding in a bareback pad. Maggie is learning and we were doing walk trot canter and trying to learn her gaiting that she's bred for but neither of us knows anything about. The cruise control gait. Someday we'll master it, or maybe bit by bit. We'll figure it out.
I've been working on keeping a long leg, relaxing and not holding on to everything in my body. Release. It's good to remind yourself and to see the horse listening to you the less you do. Trying to be the one thing, the horseperson combo. The less brain the more feel.
It's hard to not picture yourself flat on cement. Anything can happen, true. But each time we go out my muscles build a little more and I can feel the fall as part of my journey. The falls help you know what you're doing, where you need work, and how surprises can happen. The rebuilding helps. Remembering with humor where I went splat. That I was working on something, and my horse wasn't quite ready for the lesson. As my mom said, if you can come back from that you can come back from anything.
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