I went riding last night. I fell off. It hurt – a LOT. Luckily the only real injury was to my pride, but as a physical reminder of my blunder I have a very special bruise on my right thigh, which is where I landed on the Pommel (front of the saddle) having jumped rather bigger than I had expected, and then I sort of just bounced off and landed on my back, and ended up covered head to toe in very wet sand. Not good.
I ache a lot today and walking is not the easiest thing to do.
I got back on though (with a bit of help) and did the jumps again, but I didn’t want to go on and do the course, so I just did a couple of the smaller ones and did some flatwork instead. When I got home I realised the sand had made its way right through my jodphurs and it took ages to scrub off!
It’s a shame I fell off really, because the actual jump was really good, I just couldn’t stay on at the landing! Such is life. Not put off though – I’m starting to enjoy it again and remember why I love Horses so much!edit: here’s a pic of the monster bruise…