In which it's hard to write something new about a familiar routine
The annual PNER Convention is done, the sn*w is melted,
and the Swamp Tulips are beginning to sprout....
...and so, it's time to start legging the horses back into condition for endurance season.
|The Usual Suspects try not to take training too seriously|
My challenge right now is to write something new about a process that is not new to me--or to this blog.
So tonight, I'm using special effects.
|Dory told me about the free app called "Prisma"|
that does crazy things to ordinary photographs
This way, maybe it won't be too boring when I gush about the glories of blue skies overhead in February !!!!
|The blue only lasted for an hour, and then the grey returned.|
But I was out under the blue the whole time it was there!
|The Prisma app makes a "blue sky" into quite a different experience!|
Our forests are very green, but it's still a moss-and-fir-tree greenness.
The grass is still dormant, and the leaves haven't budded out yet.
The trails are still muddy, so we train on the armored logging roads. Fiddle and I covered about 7 miles today in 2 hours--a nice, easy start to the training.
It would be easy to over-train right now. When I talk to other riders, especially the Green Beans, I am a little jealous that they are logging 20 or more miles a week.
But I know better. A super-fit horse in February will be accruing micro-injuries and getting tired by May, and I don't want that for Fiddle.
She's 15 this year, and my task is to be proactive about preserving her joints and tendons, while getting her back in shape for distance following a year off to recover from a stifle injury in 2016.
I'm in no hurry.
My intention is to enter the 25-miler at Coyote Ridge at the end of March. If that goes well, we'll try the 50 at April Daze a month later.
The rest of the season--the rest of her career, really--depends a lot on how well we get through those first two events.
So, we're taking it easy. Lots of walking, lots of hills, some trotting.
It's a good time of year to pay attention to my horse.
And that is, of course, a Good Thing.