A Virtuous Circle

Last night, Rebel was strong again, but it was the manageable kind of fizz; even though he was literally lunging at the fences — taking off from waaay out, and then unable to get his stride for the second face of the double — it wasn't a big deal. I got to do that thing …

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The Wisdom to Know the Difference

Reb wasn't tacked when I went into the barn. Funnily enough, he'd damaged his ligament sometime last year, and here I was again, limping — was he himself limping again? Apparently not... and I tacked him up with no worries, led him to the indoor, mounted, lead the ride down to the outdoor, not a …