The Pain Is Worth It…

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So picture it…

I’m standing flamingo-style on top of a hot pink step-stool, one foot high up in the air while holding on to a thin strap of leather and a little piece of horse hair on one hand, and my other hand is attempting to steer the toe of my airborne boot onto a stirrup fastened so high it’s practically up by my ears.

Did I forget to mention I have balance issues? I’m also not very flexible. You can just imagine what happened next…

I cramped up. Bad.

As in, when I managed to get the toe onto the stirrup and as I was putting all my weight on my left leg to somehow swing my right leg over and get my behind onto the saddle, I suddenly froze.

In pain.

In mid-air.

How I dropped squarely back down onto that little narrow mounting block is still a mystery to me, because I literally let go of almost everything when that shooting pain decided to pay me a visit. Vocal control. Muscle function. Death grip on the horses’ mane. Some tears. Sanity. Dignity.

Except for my reins. You never let go of the reins…

And I couldn’t even get off the mounting block without assistance. Every time I put my weight on my left side I felt like I was dying several little deaths.

And not the good kind either…

I was in so much pain, and the cramping wasn’t letting up at all, that at one point one of the lesson assistants suggested that maybe I should pass on riding that night…

Did you hear that?

Can you hear that faint screech? That high-pitched sound of metal scraping on some concrete? That’s what happened in my brain that night.  It was so loud in my head I’ll bet if you were anywhere near the L.A. area that night, you could hear the echo in the distance.

Now, long time readers know that my horseback riding lessons are the highlight of my week and there ain’t no way I’m letting some mutha-loving pain get in the way of me mounting something that night.

Wait…that sounded weird…

But you catch my drift though, right?

Well, what seemed like 20 min later (but was more like five) we somehow managed to get my behind on that saddle…

And then I cramped up again, this time on both legs. While on the horse.

I blame old age…

(Even though I’m still in my young 30′s)

And the fact that it was freezing that night…

(I have no idea if cold weather had anything to do with it)

‘Cause I totally stretched right before my lesson…

(And I’m not going to blame it on the 20lbs I’ve gained since the whole steroid-radio-iodine-thyroid therapy happened two months ago)

So I’m blaming it on the weather…

(Just go with it)

The pain did eventually subside and then, an hour later, after a rather enjoyable ride where I practiced one-rein stops and circles, as I went to dismount and shifted my weight on to my left side to lift my right leg over and off the horse…well, you know what happened next right?

Yes, again.

I think I ended up pulling something because I was in pain getting into my car to go home and I was in pain getting out of the car, and then I eventually couldn’t lift my left foot/leg any higher than 4 inches to climb the stairs up to my apartment, and then getting my jeans off was another ordeal in itself, and then I had to roll myself onto my bed and roll back off during the night to go the bathroom…

But I’d do it again. All over again. Pain and everything. No question about it.

Because I got to ride that night.

And frankly, that’s all that matters…

My name is Mia and I love to ride horses.

 

Mucho love and laughter,

City Girl to Country Girl

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2 Responses to The Pain Is Worth It…

  1. Heidi says:

    Yup. Definitely.

  2. wow that sounds excruxiating. i’ve gotten charlie horses in my calf while i was in bed and i thought it was the worst. can’t imagine being midair and having that kind of pain.

    love kelly

    http://www.paperdolltheory.com

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