One adult amateur rider's flailing journey toward the Bronze Medal with her draft cross (while being distracted by all of the jumps along the way).
HA! This is actually funny to me, because I set up that hard pole exercise from the HB clinic last week as very skinny poles to make it even harder (because I'm stupid) and we did a few times before Henry was like "eff this shit" and whacked the poles everywhere. He knows I'm too lazy to get off and fix them. Henry wins.