So I started riding on my sister's drill team. You know, the kind where a bunch of women on horses get together and ride around an arena in artistic patterns at a full canter while music is playing? It's all very entertaining, the crowd loves it, and can be quite awesome when it is done right.
What they don't know is..
1) How far each person has to drive, one night a week, to get to a 'central'location for drill practice.
2) That each of us worked all day, raced home, busted butt getting horses in, fed and ready to go to said drill practice.
3) That, inevitably, a bunch of women, riding horses, all have different levels of drill experience, riding experience, and are trying to combine that with different horses, and personalities.
4) It's guaranteed that somebody will:
a. Lose their temper
b. cry
c. coach the coach
d. be completely unable to control their horse
e. be completely unable to learn the drill
But, we manage to look pretty good anyway.
Fun? hell yes. We're still riding horses, right?
NOT to mention what it costs to : have horses, tack, costumes, equipment, feed, fees, fuel, arena rent, etc.. etc...
SO, the next time you watch a drill, I hope you appreciate us better!
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