I don;t knopw why i'm thinking that far ahead the fuhterest i got is troting(and not even everything about trooting the more basic stuff)
It starts with a dream.
A dream with a timescale attached is a goal.
A goal broken down into steps is a plan.
A plan with some action becomes reality.
But it starts with a dream.
I used to dream of riding horses as a kid. Did it a little, didn’t get to do it much.
Then I stopped riding for 17 years. Had 2 kids, got overweight, got unfit, was very unhappy. Pony was still at the top of my Christmas list.
Met a friend’s retrained racehorses (and her small opinionated Welsh pony). Felt like someone had just jumpstarted my life like they treat people with defibrillators when they’re having a heart attack. I was too fat, too unfit, too skint to even sit on a horse.
I went away, got my head in gear, lost 4.5 stone, got fit, ran London Marathon, got a new job, got back on a horse, took lessons, loaned one for a couple of weeks, took more lessons, and then bought my beautiful, kind, amazingly talented Flash.
And now we’re training for the eventing that I’ve always wanted to do.
I feel like someone will pinch me and I’ll wake up.
It starts with a dream though. So dream away.