When I was in 5th grade a girl invited me to go horseback riding. What happened that day permanently shaped my psyche. I was thrown from a small pony in front of a bunch of kids. I can still visualize falling from that little beast after it charged toward a fence and turned abruptly at the last second. I still don't like riding horses to this day.
When I look back on this event, I think I waited to long to get back on a horse. Now, instead of getting "back in the saddle" I'm pretty sure I'm "saddled" with a distrust of these hoofed creatures.
After running Bighorn 100 in June and promising myself I'd never do another 100 miler again, I've finally settled back to reality which, like it or not, brings me back once again to training for another 100 miler.
Next up - the flat and fast Rocky Raccoon 100 miler in Texas. Time to get back up in the saddle and ride!
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