^^Wearing Tailored Sportsman breeches, Ariat Sunstopper shirt, Charles Owen helmet, La Mundial boots.^^
There’s nothing like flying over a jump on a horse. Okay, maybe a big drop into an overhead wave comes pretty close. But linking together a course of eight or more jumps at a smooth canter (or gallop if that’s your thing, jumpers) is like tasting perfection.
I’m a little rusty with my riding—and I’m not just talking about the color of my breeches. My core feels weak and my legs are not stable (so please excuse my eq). But an incredible opportunity came up to ride this saintly beast this summer and to get to a couple shows. So that rust/dust needs to be knocked off very fast because our first one is only a few days/rides away. It’s thrilling, exciting, and downright terrifying… And I love every second of it.