Today I suffered my first sports injury in a long time. (Photo attached.) A badge of honor? Will dig out my riding gloves. Reins can really tear up your hands when you're doing more than walking around the arena. I've had some pretty gross friction wounds on my fingers before.
I've actually started riding with the goal of becoming good at it again. It requires a lot of strength, flexibility and cardiovascular fitness. And I love it again. Not one twinge of fear. At all. No eyeing the side rails and worrying if The Mister was going to freak out. No replaying horrific riding accidents in my head. Just pure fun.
I don't know what's happened in the last few days, but I suddenly have so much more energy and am eager to go out do the things I used to love doing. Riding and cooking being the two most notable recently.
I just didn't have the heart for either for a long time. But this weekend I rode both days and loved it. Mr. Jones was sort of amenable. He had a look on his face today like "So we're really doing this thing, huh?"
During our workout, there were stretches at the trot where everything was just perfect. My form was perfect, his speed was perfect. We were a vision of effortless communion. I felt like an Equestrian(!)
Then it all fell to shit, and we lurched around the arena arguing and feeling resentful towards one another. Then another stretch of poetry in motion. And so on and so forth. Still, it was better than yesterday, and tomorrow is yet another day.
I'm trying to develop a new habit that when I go to the barn I naturally tack him up. (I use my Western saddle. Much harder to tip out of so I can focus on getting my muscles back. I'll move to my more comfortable English saddle in a month or two.) They say it takes three weeks to form a habit. Even if I don't ride long, I'm making an effort to at least get on.
And, I actually tried a new recipe today. Found one that looked good, was low-hassle, bought the ingredients, and made it. It was good! Turmeric and allspice pan-roasted chicken with apples, onions and honey. (The kids both liked it and the sides I made. Though they were distracted by Jurassic Park. I'd forgotten how good that movie is. They loved it.)
I feel as though I'm returning to the best parts of myself again after years of giving up on the things that brought me joy and satisfaction. As I said earlier, I just couldn't muster the will or even physical energy to ride or cook with enthusiasm.
I hope this keeps up. I love new/old active me and the feeling of moving through the days with passion and anticipation. And the knowledge that I've spent my day doing something concrete.
Now, to sleep. No school for the kids over the holiday tomorrow , but plenty to do for work and for kid time.