I do not know what I was thinking when I signed up for a weekend horseback riding trip.
I thought it would be a lot of fun.
It was a lot of fun, but, it was also the most of work I have ever done in my entire life… Before this trip, I have only ever ridden a horse for a maximum of two hours on the trail. That’s why, after about three hours on that weekend trip, I was ready to call it quits. I was hot, sleepy, and my knees and back hurt. I didn’t quit though because there were riders older than me and they weren’t complaining. I didn’t want to be the baby of the group so I toughed it out. By the time my buddy and I stopped at the cabins, that first evening, I could have slept on the ground. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary… My pal and I stopped at cabins that had beds all made up and the air conditioning running. I was never so excited to hear an air conditioning component as I was that evening. When I opened my home door, a blast of frigid air hit me and it was all I could do to force myself to stay awake long enough to take a shower and eat a little bit of the dinner that had been prepared, but everybody else looked about as sleepy as I did and no one talk during the dinner. My pal and I all just ate as fast as possible and went back to our air-conditioned cabins to sleep, on Tuesday, my buddy and I had to leave our air-conditioned cabins and head back out onto the trail for another afternoon of riding. I couldn’t wait to get back home to my cool and comfortable dwelling and resting on my couch instead of on a horses back.