Back in the saddle

It seems trite to actually go about making this into a post, but I'm going to just be unabashed. It feels so good to ride again. I grew up as a horse girl - when I wasn't in lessons or at camp, I had shelves of horse books and dozens of Breyer's (but, of course.) So after twelve (?) years of no riding (though I have been working with horses for the past five,) starting back up (and over to a certain extent,) just feels so good. Although after an hour of physical therapy in the morning and an hour and a half private lesson in the evening, my body is finding previously unexpressed ways to "thank" me.

Things you don't want to hear from a massage therapist

1) "You're killing me here."

2) "You're well on your way to a dowager's hump."