Next Tuesday I have my first riding lesson for about twenty years; I am very excited, and not at all nervous, despite the fact I haven’t ridden at all in the last ten. The interim years I had the occasional mad ride on a clearly insane animal [of the equine kind, get your mind out of the gutter] [I know, I know, so mine rarely leaves it], and one memorable five day trek a la Man From Snowy River in the Shannon / D’Entrecasteaux National Park down in the south west. Five days of riding 15 hours a day in sensational untouched wilderness that encompassed hills, heath, sand dunes and karri forest. Amazing. I didn’t do too badly, considering how sick and unfit I was, and had a fantastic time.
Long-time readers may remember [as well as deserving a medal for patient heroism] that back in December I was in a horrible blue-black mood. I needed something to cheer me up, give me something to look forward to and enjoy, something fun that would be both physically and mentally / emotionally therapeutic. I decided to go back to riding, not at a “normal” riding school but specifically with the RDA – the Riding for the Disabled Association of Australia, whose motto is Riding Develops Ability. I need me some of that!
My plans were to have a weekly lesson in a small adult group, and to volunteer my services in office / admin work, caring for the horses, schooling horses and helping out in the kids’ classes as a leader [many of the riders require one or two assistants to lead the horse and help them balance etc]. I went out to one of the RDA’s sites, met the coach and some of the volunteers and signed up. Continue reading ‘Just like riding a bike?’