Back In the Saddle

Today, I rode. It's been months since I've ridden, and even longer since I had an actual lesson with the Cowboy trainer. I was supposed to hack, but joined in on a lesson. Trotted, cantered and jumped. It felt totally right and natural to be in the saddle, my heels slipping into a downward position. All the time I've been at the gym translated into having stamina. The trainer reminded me not to do too much. That's why the man gets paid the big bucks.
When I left the barn today, my jaw was aching from grinning so much and it was hard not to roll all the windows down, blasting Aerosmith.
Back in the saddle, baby. And boy does it feel good!