and then I knew.

and then I knew.

I’m sick of riding westernsick of performance riding in general. My rides lately have been tinged with bitterness; we spent Monday weaving our way around the course of jumps set up in the outdoor arena while I quietly daydreamed about going over them. Then on Tuesday Ezhno half-heartedly tripped his way over a set of ground rails… and Trainer A finally coaxed me into a bittersweet (but necessary) revelation:

If Ezhno can’t jump, then I need a different horse.

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