No matter how catchy the song may be, I am never riding a cowboy. I did, however, ride a horse for the first time in my life on Saturday. Emily was kind enough to introduce me to Charlie (yeah, Charlie Horse, so original), the quarterhorse. Standing at 16 hands, the burnt sienna colored equine was quite charming, having a really relaxed look to him, which assuaged initial fears.
Fortunately, he was gentle with an inexperienced rider (no jokes about my sex life please), and despite being somewhat goofy, was a lot of fun. Emily was also incredibly patient with my inability to properly hold the reins and turn. The only downside outside of the initial fear is that a day later my legs feel like they were stretched apart and I haven't had this much groin pain since the time I played goalie for the Detroit Redwings in 1999. Though, that second part might have been a dream.
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