Revive the Equine

Last year, I was so impressed with my ability, will power and drive to complete my first 5K. I hit the pavement, trained hard and felt exhilarated. I saw a difference in my waist line, I no longer got winded taking a flight of stairs, I started to see some definition in my calf muscles - I think for the first time - and I had an overall brighter look on life. I found myself mapping out the next 12 months of my running schedule. Aspiring to train for a half marathon in the spring. I was so motivated. 

And then the 5K was over...

And then it was Thanksgiving...

And then it was Christmas...

In the last three months, I have ran once. I ran with my sister. She is training hard right now for her first 5K. 

I think I helped motivate her - this makes my heart happy. 

I just wish I was still motivating myself. 

Last week when the weather was so nice I got the itch. That deep down internal itch that reminds me of when I was in school and spring fever hits you hard like a freight train. You daydream of summer, spending all afternoon outside, instead of in a class room. You can feel the end of the school year is near. Everything starts greening up. In college, it took every last ounce of will power to walk into my afternoon classes.

Summer... you could taste it!

I sat there one evening thinking about those goals I wanted for myself last fall. A half marathon. The idea, enchanting. Me - a half marathon!! Shoot, I never thought I would ever complete a 5K.

But I think you have to really, really want it. 

I don't think I do...

I love the me time, the mommy time, the all-alone-with-just-my-thoughts-time that running gave me while Handy Man watched the kids. But in my heart, I want more. 

Horses have always galloped through my blood. 

I used to eat, sleep and drink horses. They were my lifeline to myself and the only thing constant in my life. I built everything around horses. My identity, my free time, my education, my career choices, my home. 

I am ashamed to say I have not been on horse since June of 2010 - almost two years! Sure I had a baby during that time. However, Mr Blue Eyes is almost 1 years old!

Something is missing in this girl. 

I need to ride.

I need to feel that soothing rhythm under me and bring myself back to - myself. 

So I am shelving that idea of a half marathon in the hall closet for now. Someday...

I'm brushing off the ol' ponies and reviving the equine in my heart.

My horses have been on maternity leave for about 4 years now. 

I have two colts that need trained. Life and family sort of halted the good intentions I had when I bred my mares for these two guys. And who am I kidding? They are far from colts any longer. Jack and Skip are full fledged, big guy geldings now.

Get ready boys! This IS the year you will finally get broke to ride!

Let the training chronicles begin!

Let me introduce you to my trainees:

A Royal Fire aka "Skip"

He's a 2006 Half Arabian model. 

A handsome red head with a lazy laid back personality. He has no concept of personal space loves to be around people.

Jack aka "Jack"

He's a 2007 Ferrari Quarter Horse model.

A big motor in a tiny little cow horse package. He has a couple lose screws... I hope I have the right screw driver in my pocket at all times

He is handsome and very loving - but I'm not going to lie, this one scares me a little bit. Self preservation was never really a top priority BC (before children). I think this little kitty could rock my socks if I don't pay attention. 

Time to get my "A" game back!

Here we go!