We were Cantering, at a good clip even (I was channeling Trainer: “Go On! Like you’re GOING somewhere!”). Ice slid off the indoor roof, Woody, speeding up natch, spooked to the right… to the outside and WHAM! My knee gets caught on the vertical supporting post. You know the BIG ones that run from the half wall up to the ceiling?
I don’t know how I stayed on. I had to pull up and walked around the indoor trying not to pass out for about 3 minutes. Then I thought I was going to vomit. THEN I was all “Great, I’m going to pass out and THEN vomit, and then drown, and I’ll be sober, but no one will believe it. My obituary is going to be COMPLETELY inaccurate!!!!”
When I realized the pain WASN’T going to quickly subside, I walked over to the door of the indoor and waited for some kind soul to come and relieve me of my mount.
My knees are bony, so a lot of bruising probably won’t happen. Strange, there is an impressive lump yet only a pencil tip of a bruise on my knee cap. Of course should it develop into something impressive there will be pictures.
Sunday’s gymnastic lesson is now a solid maybe. But just in case, here are some videos that Kelly took this past Sunday (Yay Kelly!). Woody made the executive decision that the trot poles were a waste of his time, and I was judged harshly for suggesting otherwise.