Starting At A Snail's Pace

Punching yourself in the face when doing up your girth should not be a thing. But there I was last week, girthing up Cupid for a trail ride, and felt my hand slip right into my jaw. 

I don’t know who was more stunned. Cupid who was staring at me stunned that her person was such an idiot, or me standing there shocked that my jaw was suddenly in pain. 

It was that moment that told me something major needs to happen. Cupid needed to go back to a consistent workout schedule. 

I’ve been letting her get away with a lot lately. Between the constant, unyielding heat and the perfectly timed rain storms (right after I get to the barn from work) we have all become extremely lazy. 

My daily routine has consisted of thorough grooming, lots of ground work and stretching, with the occasional hand walk or short trail ride/training session. 

Well, clearly with how much muscle tone Cupid has lost, and how much chunk she has gained, we need a change. 

So it’s back to the fitness plan for all of us. Sorry Foxy, you’re getting sucked into this too. 

The plan is to start slowly and work our way back to a decent fitness level. I’ve noticed that if I set my goals too aggressive and too high then I tend to get overwhelmed and fail to achieve them. So our goals are small and hopefully our progress is large! 

Something is a bit wrong when the retired pony is fitter than the two working horses.