I finally rode Angel yesterday after over a month of riding Andy.
I knew that I missed her but I didn’t realize exactly how much I missed her. Even when I go to the barn and ride Andy, I still make sure to stop by and see Angel. But, there was something about getting to groom her, tack her up, and ride her that just stopping by her stall doesn’t fulfill.
I’ve never taken my riding for granted. Ever. However, when I was leasing Angel it was easy to assume that I would always ride her. That I could see her whenever I wanted. That I would never go more than two days without being out at the barn. Now that I’m back to the once a week lesson rider status, I can look back and appreciate how lucky I was. I know I am still lucky now, but you get the idea.
This is a classic scenario of you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
But, lucky for me, Angel isn’t gone gone.
In addition to be stoked just to be riding her, we actually had a fantastic ride. It felt so classic autumn: dusk falling all around us, and yet we were sticking it out in the outdoor ring until seriously bad weather forces us inside. Angel’s been clipped so she wore her cooler and everything! 🙂
Not to mention, I informed Sam, the trainer I was lessoning with, that the jump he had previously been calling “pink” was really more of a “Nantucket red.” Oh, Sam….