Saturday night, a large piece of wood fell on my foot and hit it just right. By Sunday morning, my foot was swollen and I couldn't move my toes or have anything touch the top of it. It hurt to walk, so I hobbled around on one heel with no shoes on. I spent most of the day with my foot up, praying that I hadn't broken it.
The good news is, it's not broken. The bad news is that it's very badly bruised on the top of the foot and I still can't even brush it with my fingertips, much less put a sock or shoe on it. Which means no riding boots, which means no riding.
Noooooooooo!!!! This is so frustrating. Today is my lesson day. Today I was going to work on the right lead canter. This weekend was going to be the weekend where I spent more time bonding with my pony. Of course, the injured foot is the right foot so I can't even drive.
The upside is that I definitely feel different since making my mental leap with Tessa. If I could find a way to get a boot on and somebody to drive me, I'd hobble my ass out there and lunge her really, really good. Then, when she was good and tired, I'd throw a saddle on and get a leg up and ride her with no stirrups. Yes, yes I would.
So at this moment, I'm raring to go mentally but physically I have to wait a few days until I can at least wear shoes. Barefoot around horses is asking for more than just a bruise on the top of your foot and I'm not THAT desperate yet.
If I don't post between now and then, I hope you all have a wonderful Fourth of July and that your horses survive it as well. My barn does a lot of preparation for the fourth, including double checking all fences so that they make sure if a horse panics, they won't kill themselves. I'm really grateful that they do all that and that I have such good people looking after my pony.