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calic0catIsn't a hobby supposed to be fun? I endured a two-and-a-half hour drive - at least half of which was in patchy but fairly heavy fog, used up almost a whole tank (60-some-odd litres, at $1.05+ per litre) of gas, all for the pleasure of...
*insert drumroll*
making an unscheduled exit from the cart in the middle of the show ring, giving my cousin a few new grey hairs (since I landed in a crumpled heap virtually in front of the horse that she was driving), then being supported by my mom (who I think set a new record for sprinting when she heard them announce that there'd been an accident and looked up to see my horse exiting stage left at a run, sans driver) and a couple of volunteer fire fighters who were on first aid duty as I painfully limped off the field. A bystander managed to catch the horse, and my dad took her back in to finish the class (couldn't let her get away with that), while I sat on the fire truck's bumper and shook till the adrenaline wore off. Fortunately, I had my helmet on (which I now need to replace, since even though it looks okay, I hit the ground pretty darn hard and it's protective capability is probably thoroughly compromised), so I'm mostly stiff and sore. I did manage to curl and roll when I hit, so my right hip, leg, and shoulder are pretty sore (and will probably be some very interesting colours once the deep bruising surfaces).
The fire fighters offered to call an ambulance, but they didn't insist - probably since I landed on grass and the cart isn't very high off the ground, so I didn't fall too terribly far, just rather... forcefully. :P They did keep an eye on me for the rest of the afternoon and made a point of checking on me again just before we left at the end of the day (my dad took the horses in the remaining class while I sat in a lawn chair and alternately iced my hip and shoulder). I wasn't doing too bad by the time we started for home, but I stiffened up really badly on the drive. Walked (limped) the worst of it off once I got home, then had a nice soak in Epsom salts. I'm currently waffling over whether to go for the Tiger Balm or the Ben Gay before I go to bed.
Tomorrow morning should be... interesting... :P
And yes, I am seriously starting to re-evaluate this horse hobby. Or at least the showing part of it; there's something about horse shows that seems to make the most sensible horse act like a feather-brained nincompoop. :P
*groan, wince, mutter*
Will try to write something before I go to bed... Maybe...
*insert drumroll*
making an unscheduled exit from the cart in the middle of the show ring, giving my cousin a few new grey hairs (since I landed in a crumpled heap virtually in front of the horse that she was driving), then being supported by my mom (who I think set a new record for sprinting when she heard them announce that there'd been an accident and looked up to see my horse exiting stage left at a run, sans driver) and a couple of volunteer fire fighters who were on first aid duty as I painfully limped off the field. A bystander managed to catch the horse, and my dad took her back in to finish the class (couldn't let her get away with that), while I sat on the fire truck's bumper and shook till the adrenaline wore off. Fortunately, I had my helmet on (which I now need to replace, since even though it looks okay, I hit the ground pretty darn hard and it's protective capability is probably thoroughly compromised), so I'm mostly stiff and sore. I did manage to curl and roll when I hit, so my right hip, leg, and shoulder are pretty sore (and will probably be some very interesting colours once the deep bruising surfaces).
The fire fighters offered to call an ambulance, but they didn't insist - probably since I landed on grass and the cart isn't very high off the ground, so I didn't fall too terribly far, just rather... forcefully. :P They did keep an eye on me for the rest of the afternoon and made a point of checking on me again just before we left at the end of the day (my dad took the horses in the remaining class while I sat in a lawn chair and alternately iced my hip and shoulder). I wasn't doing too bad by the time we started for home, but I stiffened up really badly on the drive. Walked (limped) the worst of it off once I got home, then had a nice soak in Epsom salts. I'm currently waffling over whether to go for the Tiger Balm or the Ben Gay before I go to bed.
Tomorrow morning should be... interesting... :P
And yes, I am seriously starting to re-evaluate this horse hobby. Or at least the showing part of it; there's something about horse shows that seems to make the most sensible horse act like a feather-brained nincompoop. :P
*groan, wince, mutter*
Will try to write something before I go to bed... Maybe...
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Date: 2005-09-18 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-20 08:58 am (UTC)The biggest problem with horses is that, first and foremost, they're a prey species. Flight is their single strongest instinct; no matter how well-trained you may think they are, there will always be times that they forget everything and just make a run for it. :P
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Date: 2005-09-18 08:34 pm (UTC)Do hope you feel better ASAP.
Tiger Balm usually works reasonably well for me, though I've never used Ben Gay...
*curiosity* What shows do you go to? Are they televised? (Hey, I love horses, and I'm in T.O., so can probably see any Canadian televised horseshows...)
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Date: 2005-09-20 09:20 am (UTC)I went with the Tiger Balm this time, and I think it does actually work better and have a longer lasting effect than the Ben Gay.
We just take the horses to local fairs and shows, none of which would be televised (thank goodness, my unscheduled exit from the cart was embarrassing enough without it being televised :P ).
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Date: 2005-09-20 09:28 am (UTC)Err, no. Two words: (1) runaway (2) rollover. Remember, unlike a car, there's no sides or roof to provide protection in case of a rollover; it's actually safer to be flung clear. Seatbelts are not something that you want on a horse cart or wagon under most circumstances, even if there is the odd occasion when they might come in handy.
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:22 pm (UTC)Glad you're OK
Date: 2005-09-19 05:13 am (UTC)Re: Glad you're OK
Date: 2005-09-20 09:44 am (UTC)I had a real hair brain of a horse and in a show he was well behaved, but outside of a show ring? Not!
My cousins actually have a mare who's like that. She's absolutely miserable when they hitch and practice at home - stubborn, uncooperative, and generally bad-tempered. Take her to a show and she turns into The Perfect Pony - loves to have total strangers pet her and make a fuss over her, performs absolutely flawlessly in the ring, and is generally perfect in every way.
As for Tiger Balm - I am rapidly becoming a convert. It seems to have a much deeper and longer lasting effect than Ben Gay.
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Date: 2005-09-20 01:06 pm (UTC)I think the comment about Roy Roger's horse is so true. Even the little ones can be dangerous if you aren't careful.