I’ve been talking about taking riding lessons for years. Like, over a decade. I always put it off because it seemed like a hobby/skill that wouldn’t go anywhere since I’m unlikely to buy a horse. Guitar lessons? Sure, we own guitars and it’s a skill I can practice on my own and keep up over time. French lessons, same thing. Tap dancing? Well, it counts as a skill I can practice on my own, even if it has less use than most. Horseback riding requires, you know, a horse and a place to ride and even if we weren’t planning on moving around a lot, what happens at the end? Let’s say I get pretty good at riding. Will I compete? Almost* certainly not! Will I own a horse? Almost* certainly not – WAY too much work. It’s not something I can practice on my own, so do I just keep laying out money forever?
So I put it off, and then I put it off some more. And then it had been 10 years, and we’re in Oregon, and I STILL put it off. And then I met Lindsey, the wife of one of John’s high school friends, at that wedding we went to in August. Lindsey rides. Lindsey used to ride competitively. Lindsey rides English and jumps. Lindsey teaches riding at a place in Rhode Island. So I talked to Lindsey all weekend about horses and riding and what she’s done and why she does it and what I know (which is practically nothing) and why I haven’t done it, and she said the same thing John has been saying for years: “What’s the hold-up? You enjoy it? Go do it.” Also, she promised she’d give me advice. 🙂
We got back from our Florida trip Labor Day weekend, and the Sunday after that, I rode a horse. It was not a good experience.
*Never say never.