If you're reading this now and it is early enough in the day I likely still have not yet fully committed to the terror that is before me. See, we set a goal back in April, Megan and me. We set a goal that I would be cantering by the end of the summer. Mission accomplished there.
Our second goal? We decided that I would ride in the fall horse show. This was supposed to take place in October. The October show has been cancelled. This cancellation was perfect, the ideal excuse to back out. This cancellation would give me and my terror the cover I needed to chicken out.
That’s right - chicken out
I’m not afraid of losing to nine year olds. Nor am I afraid of their fragile little feelings with their dreams of winning or desires to impress doe eyed grandparents. I’d likely kick their asses so thoroughly their ribbon-braided-pig-tails wouldn’t know what hit them.
If you are reading this now, every cell, every molecule, every nano-gram of my existence is saying no to this damn horse show. Rece…
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