"We had an hour of work yesterday I swear she's trying to kill me."
It's been tough getting in a ride lately. June being what it was between work and wedding the only decent ride I got in was on somebody else's horse. When I did get the Spotted Wonder out we got caught in a thunder storm with some of the wildest lightening I've seen in a while (and hope to never experience again). We've been caught in a pattern of pop-up thunderstorms which has inhibited what I'm doing. Saddled her up on Friday and made it about 50 yards from driveway when my cell phone rang and is was hubby needing a ride home from work because the truck had quit in the parking lot. Turned the Spotted Wonder back to the driveway, untacked, picked up LSEGH instead. Finally, f-i-n-a-l-l-y yesterday in the early morning I got an hour with my horse. We walked a quarter mile, then set to trotting. I'm thinking...who in the heck's horse is this? I look down at my Garmin and she's stepping out at 7.5 mph. We go a little further, slow down for a rocky downhill, hit the logging road and back to the trot. My out of shape near cadaver is trying to keep up with the trotting monster under me. I glance down at the Garmin, think that can't be right, squint through my bifocals and refocus, 9.5 mph. WHO FREAKING KNEW? The most I've ever squeezed out of the little turd was about 6.5-7 mph. Where did this giant trot suddenly come from? This horse was zooming down the trail like nobody's business. Of course she couldn't maintain that, she's lost condition. Now I'm thinking there is indeed some untapped potential in her, if I can figure out how to squeeze it out ☺ The forecast for at least the next five days is thunderstorms, thunderstorms, thunderstorms, thunderstorms, and ummm....thunderstorms.