An Icy Cold Potato
Sunday for my lesson, aka the last weekend lesson before the show, it was a balmy 45 degrees, gray and drizzly. Also, I rode like a potato. Hence the title of this post. I was a cold, leg swinging can’t find a distance plopping around all of the place potato. My horse however, was awesome. Also awesome was my trooper of a mother, who took pictures of us in the cold drizzly lesson. You know, nothing like treating your mother…