24 hours on a bike?
My arse hurts.
Much to say.
Brain no workie.
What pulled me through?
Pride.
Not in what I was doing.
But pride in my daughter.
She and the show pony were champs this weekend at the Windsor Spring Horse Show.
It’s been a really difficult couple of years around these parts.
And the big ribbons and prizes and recognition that come from being a champ?
She really needed that.
It felt like a comeback of sorts.
Getting here required all kinds of grit.
And that kid?
She’s had to be way gritter than I’ve ever been.
So I’m proud.
Not of myself for going out and being stupid with some stinky old men,
But of my daughter for rising above and being a champ.
Remember arseholes,
It’s not about you.
It never was.
