This is Eli

A blog about Eli. A blog about survival – and by that, I mean life!

Hello. This is the second in an open-ended series I created on learning to ride a horse. I made a category called In the land of the rodeo queen for these posts.

I’m talking about Charlie again, the horse that warmed my heart, and Reba, rodeo queen, who is teaching me to ride Charlie.

Charlie is a gentle soul who badly hurt his leg, but the family fixed him up with a whole bunch of experimental physical therapy.

It’s great to ride Charlie, but what I realized after riding him is how out of shape I am.

OK, so I grew a baby for nine months. My muscles turned to goo.

Then I got on a horse.

In the days following this experience my back hurts. My bum hurts. My legs are sore. My arms are sore.

I’m just sore.

To the core.

I’m out of shape.

Charlie made me realize this.

We got up to trotting, and I’m this sore.

I’m amazed at the talent of the rodeo person, and the rodeo queen. (Cowboys, cowgirls!)

Reba does an event called sorting. She’s a champion sorter.

What this means, is that there’s a rodeo event, in which cattle are let out of a pen.

She and another rider sort them back into the pen.

They’re labeled, and let out in random order. In 90 seconds, she has to sort them back into the pen in order on a horse with the help of one other rider, who is at the gate doing cattle traffic control.

I can’t even imagine the kind of physicality, the kind of strength, that takes.

I’m not a rodeo queen. I’m not a champion sorter – I just want to get better at riding because it’s really really fun.

You have to control the horse with your legs a lot more than what I expected. It’s challenging.

My conclusion, after these past few days, is that I might actually get back into exercise.

Did I cancel my gym membership? Yes

Did I go off of Weight Watchers? Yes. Cancelled.

Charlie might be bringing me back into the fold of health and wellness, just because I want to get better at riding him, because it’s fun.

It’s good for me, too, to be out in nature, hanging out with an animal, Charlie, and his patched up leg, and a really cool cowgirl named Reba.

I won’t go as far as making a pledge to exercise, but I will say, I might just give it a try again, just so I can get better at riding.

We’ll see.



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