Summer arrived today with a vengeance. If ninety degree temperatures weren’t bad enough, we get slapped extra hard with high humidity. I was up early and hoped to get a quick ride in before it became unbearable but before 8:00 AM, my jeans were already sticking to my legs. Who says a sports bra alone is not perfectly acceptable riding attire? No, I didn’t strip down until after I got back but certainly came close! Five miles was all I could take. I think Windy wondered why we had to do even that much!
Yesterday we took the “new to us” boat out on the lake for her maiden voyage. Case and his friends skied. I didn’t even try. I made an attempt a few years ago (pre-weight loss) and then again last year (+10 of post weight loss) and couldn’t pull myself up anymore. Its not like I have gotten into any better shape since then – noting a few more ++s. I’ll wait until we buy a tube and enjoy it that way. I did re-up my Curves membership; I really need to get back in some sort of shape. Age fifty-one is not becoming at all. Putting it here may shame my way into doing something about it.
Whenever I go to the barn, I usually have my iPhone in my pocket. If I’m lucky, I can catch some good shots of the horses. My iPhone does not display the picture that I took long enough for me to see if it was a good one or not. When I upload to the computer, I find the outtakes pretty funny. Amazing how my pretty mares can make such ugly faces.
And no, Fancy does not have her head stuck in that opening. There is a lot more room there than it looks in the picture. She was actually standing there so pretty and I thought the tin of the building would make a nice backdrop for the photo. I think I missed the shot. Sure looks like both of them are panting from the humidity!
“Okay, if we stand here real pretty maybe we’ll get some grain.”
There’s one in every crowd.
Looks like we aren’t going to get much of a break from this weather for awhile. I have to keep remembering that we were riding in January and liking it! It’s been a year of weird weather; this is more the status quo.
John is outside (his fifty-one year old body handles it better than mine) making some tweaks on the boat. Maybe we should take it for another spin.