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- erik,
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More Farm Pictures
First, the explanation of why I didn't ride Zane. If you've been a friend for a while, you'll remember this but the last time Zane was ridden (to my knowledge) was about 2 years ago and it ended like this. That post is friends locked, so if you aren't on my list, sorry. The video was removed and I failed to have the foresight to download it when I could. Alas.
So anyway, I knew that I would need to lunge Zane and check his gas, steering and brakes before taking off on any kind of ride. That would require me to move quite a bit, and with my level of fitness (extremely low), fat (extremely high) and the temperature (extremely high) that was just asking for heat stroke. As disappointed in myself as I was, I chose to leave that project for the fall when I will hopefully be in better shape, weigh less and it will be cooler.
It's certainly motivation for getting healthy. I'm working on a motivation board with pictures to keep me on track.
But this isn't a fitness and exercise post, it's a picture one. So here we go!
Can you see my grin? I am NOT direct reining him in a curb bit, I promise. I am holding him to a walk as he screams and bugles for his girlfriend in the paddock below us.
So anyway, I knew that I would need to lunge Zane and check his gas, steering and brakes before taking off on any kind of ride. That would require me to move quite a bit, and with my level of fitness (extremely low), fat (extremely high) and the temperature (extremely high) that was just asking for heat stroke. As disappointed in myself as I was, I chose to leave that project for the fall when I will hopefully be in better shape, weigh less and it will be cooler.
It's certainly motivation for getting healthy. I'm working on a motivation board with pictures to keep me on track.
But this isn't a fitness and exercise post, it's a picture one. So here we go!
Can you see my grin? I am NOT direct reining him in a curb bit, I promise. I am holding him to a walk as he screams and bugles for his girlfriend in the paddock below us.
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(Get a Fitbit and be my Fitbit buddy! I've been rocking that thing since the New Year. It's like magic or something because I have NEVER been this consistently active/exerciser-y since my late teens. For real.)
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