I don’t know what I was thinking when I signed up for a weekend horseback riding trip.
I thought it would be a lot of fun.
It was a lot of fun, however, it was also the most of work I have ever done in my entire life. Before this trip, I’ve only ever ridden a horse for a maximum of two hours on the trail. That’s why, after about three hours on that weekend trip, I was ready to call it quits. I was hot, tired, and my knees and back hurt. I didn’t quit though because there were riders older than me and they weren’t complaining. I didn’t want to be the baby of the group so I toughed it out. By the time we stopped at the cabins, that first night, I could have slept on the ground. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary. We stopped at cabins that had beds all made up and the air conditioning running. I was never so happy to hear an air conditioner as I was that evening. When I opened my cabin door, a blast of cold air hit me and it was all I could do to force myself to stay awake long enough to take a shower and eat a little bit of the dinner that had been prepared. Everybody else looked about as tired as I did and no one talk during the dinner. We all just ate as fast as possible and went back to our air-conditioned cabins to sleep. On Sunday, we had to leave our air-conditioned cabins and head back out onto the trail for another day of riding. I couldn’t wait to get back home to my cool and comfortable house and sitting on my couch instead of on a horses back.