It took almost two months, but today, I got back in the saddle.
Ben was, of course, amazing and perfect. Her carted my rusty butt around my first jumping lesson in quite awhile. It was the first time I'd jumped since we completed our Training event back in July. I had some goofy distances, but it really is like riding a bicycle. It all comes back, and your tush hurts like hell afterward. I'm probably going to be limping tomorrow.
But the important part is that I went back. It's still hard, I still find myself referring to Fiona as 'my horse' and looking in her stall when I walk by, but it's getting better. Time heals all wounds, and the word from UNH is still that she's amazing and awesome and the students love her.
It's been decided that I'll keep riding Ben, even if it's at a much more limited level. I have to get that darn master's degree, but what can I say, there aren't a lot of horses in the world where you can just swing on and jump around at three foot like it's no big thing after two months off. I adore my Meathead and I'm excited that we'll get to keep working together, even if he'll only see me once or twice a week.
Now I get to work on the project called moving on and giving Ben a fair chance. No, he's not Fi, but the Princess is off pursuing her own career and it's time that I work on mine.