The day after tomorrow Tom and I are supposed to be competing at Allenshill in the Eventer Challenge 90cm class.
That’s British Eventing’s dressage test #92 and approximately 19 simulated cross-country fences at 90cm height.
Except I feel that taking part in something as adrenaline-busting as Soph’s big book read (below) is marginally beyond my reach, performing the work necessary to compete with Tom is currently beyond the dark side of the moon.
Yes, sadly I’m still not 100% fit.
But I’m committed to going, on Friday, for more than one reason.
There are so many horses going to Allenshill from our yard on Friday that my lorry has been pressed in to service as a horse-taxi.
I’m taking three horses in my lorry and Owen is taking three horses in his.
I’ve decided that I’m still going to have a go at competing. After all, I can always retire if it’s too much for me.
The bad news is that I still have to learn the dressage test, and my brain is refusing to co-operate with anything associated with working.
Bugger.
The good news is that I’ve been offered a private cross-country training session with JP Sheffield on Thursday next week.
Win!
Fingers crossed you are back in form for tomorrow, and good luck.