So this past weekend I went to an equestrian combat clinic. I thought it would focus more on mounted archery and was a little disappointed, but on the plus side the spear work was pretty fun so I learned a new thing to try. I was going to bring Griffy, but with his injuries vet & I determined it would be safer to keep him at home. Hopefully he can go to the next one!

Overall the experience was good but it just shattered any shred of confidence I had as a rider. I felt like the worst one there, and like I’m never going to be good. It was disheartening. I’m not ready to go into more depth but maybe in the future. One positive though – I was not the fattest person there! In fact, I was right in line with the other fat people there! And I don’t mean this to criticize anyone – it was great to see that there were other fat riders. It’s just that I’m so used to being the biggest one there….and I don’t hate the pictures of me anymore. It’s a weird feeling!

Sunday night there was a work outage that I was fixing until 3am, so needless to say no training happened on Monday. Today I just let myself sleep & lay in bed b/c I needed it. I was thinking of training at lunch, but an emergency barn situation came up and I’ll be heading over there right after work for some manual labor, so seemed like not the best time to lift weights. Now there are 2 extra horses at the barn, one of which is available to me to ride, and I’m kind of thinking of just riding a ton and maybe focusing on that for a bit, or shifting triathlon training to lunch, or just giving up on sleep and developing a meth addiction. We’ll see!