Anyways, since the weather has gotten colder...lots colder, I'm experiencing some problems. My knees are screaming a really big protest at the way they are being treated while I am in the saddle. Especially the right one. It hates me. Tylenol is my friend now, I'm probably single handedly keeping them in business. So what do I do? I tell you what I do. I bite my lip, and think up dumb excuses to tell my trainer so I don't look stupid and old in front of the kids that are leaning over the fence rail watching me with their beady, intelligent little eyes. I mean, I have you seen them ride? They have no problem at all bending ever which way, into their two point position, or moving their legs up and holding it that way while they adjust their stirrups. It's maddening I tell you, especially since I know what I should look like, but end up feeling foolish while my knee caps are laughing at me and flopping around everywhere.
However, I'm still keeping at it and have even leased a beautiful gelding named Dr. Seuss, aka Doc. I'm all kinds of flitterpated. With him, I'm sure I'll get by just fine. ....Even with wonky knees.