Sex & Drugs

Haha this post has nothing to do with sex or drugs (don't do drugs)! I just wanted to see how many people would look at it...but now that you're here you should look around, maybe click on the link to follow our blog.


Anyway, I've been continuing my adventures in horse jumping (and doing pretty well, if I say so myself). However, I fell off of a horse this past Saturday. I'd been trying to get a particular jump down, and was having a hard time with it. It was (supposedly) my final attempt, but something went wrong. After landing, I ended up in front of the saddle and hanging a little to the left. I tried to re-balance, but the horse gods had doomed me to fall. I accepted my fate and half lept, half fell off the horse. I must have had some good momentum considering how many times I bounced; in fact, I kind of rolled and bounced right back onto my feet...kind of.

I quite literally bit the dust. The trainer called at me to get back on the horse and "actually do it right this time." I stumble back to my semi-faithful steed and climb back on. As I line up for the jump, I can feel the dirt pouring out of my ears and can still feel the sandy grit in my teeth. I can hardly see because my eyes are also full of dirt. Apparently being nearly blind and punch drunk was the ticket: I finally got the set of jumps right. The only bad thing though: I knew that there was more than just "dirt" in the dirt...manure tastes like it smells...