This post will be short and sweet -- it's been a long week at work (and it's only Wednesday). I did
manage to ride today, so that's a plus. It was muggy and disgusting, so we did a lot of walking and just a little trotwork, trying to focus on the tips from this weekend's clinic. I feel like we were about 70% successful, so I was impressed with us... yay, go team!
is back from her honeymoon so not only did we get to to ride together tonight, but we have our first lesson set for next Tuesday!
Aside from that I have absolutely nothing of interest to report. Except that I did
go to the gym this morning, for the first time in months. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. I hate
the gym, but I love it when my clothes fit. I get in cycles where I go regularly, then I totally fall off the wagon. I was going regularly last fall, but last December I had a derailment of my personal life and I had quite a few weeks where it was an accomplishment just to get up and go to work, so I completely quit the gym. Now I'm back -- we'll see how long this cycle lasts. The only way I can tolerate it is to spend half an hour on the elliptical with my Kindle and iPod. Yes, I get that that's not balanced, and no, I absolutely do not care. It's better than nothing, which is the alternative (being a slug on my couch and snuggling with dachshunds).
I'm off to finish celebrating #NationalWineDay. The slogan for today is "Slay all day, and then rosé."
Or in my case, pink moscato (that's all I have in the fridge) that DH bought me at the dollar store. No, I'm not joking, and yes, we're kinda redneck. Oh well.
|On my front porch, because I'm just that classy. |