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dancing_crowAfter waking around 3:00am when the front came through and heated me up (I keep thinking I am getting hot flashes but so far it has been misuse of the thermostat and other external issues. I'm grateful) I was up for early Y exercise, which I am attempting to use to improve my strength to weight ratio, from both ends. It would work better if I didn't love dessert so much. I had scheduled myself for a yoga class, and Wendy wanted to take the horses to an indoor riding ring to get started on the spring training schedule and it is (finally) a Circus day again. I contemplated skipping one or another of these things, but I'm glad I didn't.
In yoga we did a bunch of hand stands. I start them differently, which kind of bugs the teacher, but she is mostly OK with it since I warn her what I'm going to do. I can do very respectable handstands against the wall, and head stands almost anywhere I can put down enough padding. She had us experiment with forearm stands too, so I told her "I'm going to give you heart failure now" and kicked up into a forearm stand proper. I was insufferable. But polite.
At the barn we got it cleaned in record time and then the woman came who wanted to buy Dakota. She is nice, peaceful and cheerful. They would work well together. With the ice and snow there wasn't a lot they could do, but she walked up and down the path and around the manure path. A woman came with her who said she did massage and communication. To my huge credit I didn't laugh at anything she said until I was home. She did do some interesting stretches and manipulations, and found a very tight muscle along his armpit (?) that would explain why he always hates having the girth tightened. Standing around in the snow, my feet got colder and colder and colder. I started in almost shirtsleeves, and finished with my lined mittens on and the spare car sweatshirt I keep for emergencies and I was still shivering. After the they left, Wendy and I hooked up her trailer and took Dakota and Flash to another farm to use the indoor. It felt a little odd because it was the barn I pixied at last year, but we had fun, I think. Flash was compeltely deranged - Wendy had him on a 20'lead, and he was goggleyed at first and then bucking and farting and leaping about in fabulous ways. I lead Dakota around the indoor one each direction, using cookies to bribe him, and then hopped on bareback. He was also a bit bug-eyed, but he handled it much better. He was most disturbed by a bucket catching drips in the ring. He likes buckets because buckets mean food, but this bucket made a ticking noise every time a drip hit it, and he'd flinch as if stung, and then approach it again. We mostly walked, and did some small trot circles, keeping well away from Flash's flashing hooves. We returned home just in time to tidy everything away and run fetch children.
I circus I spent an exhausting 45 minutes working on learning new tricks on fabric. It is amazing how hard the first time is, and how grateful I was to be able to stop and breathe and then come at it again. Al said he admired my determination, which is nice of him to say because I was feeling singularly lumpy and incapable. Yet I managed to accomplish the tricks I had worked on before with a certain level of grace and style. Practice practice practice. Or two blocks down and cross the street. I'm not sure there is a market for circus at Carnegie Hall.
I am pleased to be home and I'm going to bed. The morning comes much too soon.
In yoga we did a bunch of hand stands. I start them differently, which kind of bugs the teacher, but she is mostly OK with it since I warn her what I'm going to do. I can do very respectable handstands against the wall, and head stands almost anywhere I can put down enough padding. She had us experiment with forearm stands too, so I told her "I'm going to give you heart failure now" and kicked up into a forearm stand proper. I was insufferable. But polite.
At the barn we got it cleaned in record time and then the woman came who wanted to buy Dakota. She is nice, peaceful and cheerful. They would work well together. With the ice and snow there wasn't a lot they could do, but she walked up and down the path and around the manure path. A woman came with her who said she did massage and communication. To my huge credit I didn't laugh at anything she said until I was home. She did do some interesting stretches and manipulations, and found a very tight muscle along his armpit (?) that would explain why he always hates having the girth tightened. Standing around in the snow, my feet got colder and colder and colder. I started in almost shirtsleeves, and finished with my lined mittens on and the spare car sweatshirt I keep for emergencies and I was still shivering. After the they left, Wendy and I hooked up her trailer and took Dakota and Flash to another farm to use the indoor. It felt a little odd because it was the barn I pixied at last year, but we had fun, I think. Flash was compeltely deranged - Wendy had him on a 20'lead, and he was goggleyed at first and then bucking and farting and leaping about in fabulous ways. I lead Dakota around the indoor one each direction, using cookies to bribe him, and then hopped on bareback. He was also a bit bug-eyed, but he handled it much better. He was most disturbed by a bucket catching drips in the ring. He likes buckets because buckets mean food, but this bucket made a ticking noise every time a drip hit it, and he'd flinch as if stung, and then approach it again. We mostly walked, and did some small trot circles, keeping well away from Flash's flashing hooves. We returned home just in time to tidy everything away and run fetch children.
I circus I spent an exhausting 45 minutes working on learning new tricks on fabric. It is amazing how hard the first time is, and how grateful I was to be able to stop and breathe and then come at it again. Al said he admired my determination, which is nice of him to say because I was feeling singularly lumpy and incapable. Yet I managed to accomplish the tricks I had worked on before with a certain level of grace and style. Practice practice practice. Or two blocks down and cross the street. I'm not sure there is a market for circus at Carnegie Hall.
I am pleased to be home and I'm going to bed. The morning comes much too soon.
