I just couldn't stand it anymore. Despite the fifteen degree temperature and howling wind I stole fifteen minutes, saddled my horse and went for a ride. It was a very short, very cold ride but a ride nonetheless.
Poor Tessa. There she was, munching hay in the barn, cozy and out of the wind. Sharing a meal with good company, not having been ridden in months, when a mad woman shows up, throws a saddle on her and three minutes later she finds herself carrying the mad woman down the driveway. Such a good girl she is, I didn't even brush her first. She was a bit snorty and twitchy, but made no effort to pitch the fool off her back nor argue with her crazy plans.
I know, it's not the best way to do things. It's not called March Madness for nothing though. It was cold, it was windy, it was asking a lot of a young horse who has not done anything all winter. It was foolish. It felt so good, I think I will do it again tomorrow. I will at least brush the poor horse down first though.