Things accomplished this weekend:

• We cantered a cavalleti set to its lowest setting on both leads.  
• Neither of us died, though I think the poor Archer is confused at having to work.
• I haven't forgotten how to jump, which constantly surprises me.  I mean, cantering a fence (er.. a pole?) is different than trotting a fence.  Cantering a fence without digging your ass into the horse's spine is also a different thing.  It's like my fucking game face came on, my shoulders came back, my eyes locked on to the outside rail, I got tall and light and still led him to the base of the "jump".  Why am I not doing this shit more often?!

• We went the furthest, thus far, on the left trail.  It's a long dirt road that is supposed to lead somewhere else, but dead-ends on another asphalt road.  I think this would be good for cantering, when my balls drop.

• Counter-canter!
• Almost immediate and maintained contact at the trot.  
• I discovered a deep yearning for gloves.

And the pinky stays pristine.

• We went down and up over the bigger, more narrow ditch.
• I missed a group trail ride, which made me sad.  I'm going to try to attend the next one, because balls.  Right?  My horse can accomplish anything I don't inhibit him from.
• My legs have started to figure out this whole gripping-the-horse-with-the-calves-and-a-long-thigh thing.  It's pretty magical.
• We did collection/extension work at the canter.  You can be surprised.

Oh, and something went for the Kid's jugular.

• Rotating the ankle to engage the spur has become almost second nature.  I think this is aided by my legs figuring out how to leg.
• In pure weekend fashion, I drank a shit ton of beer.  And a martini.  And ate some chocolate.  I also hit the gym twice and photographed puppies and kitties at the Humane Society.

Grayson wanted to come home with me.

• I fell in love with my body.  This is sort of a big deal.  As much as I'd like to look like a fitness model by the time I turn thirty, it isn't going to happen.  But there was this point, looking at myself doing my little weight-free warm-up squats and I was amazed at what I saw.  Strength.  Muscle.  Definition.  Toned legs and a strong back and a tight ass.  Fuck the scale.  I'm amazing.

Squirrel Mutt loves her mother, regardless of what her body looks like.