I am a couch potato

There once was a girl that liked to ride horses (me). Watching Hadley giggle uncontrollably the other night as she rode for the first time by herself, reminded what I have been missing. Just one problem, I have become a couch potato and Taz is as big around as a hippo. Hmm, sounds like he and I both need a little exercise....watcha think. While I was having all these crazy thoughts of exercise, I thought why not ride Taz English. For those of you who may not know what the big deal is, I haven't ridden English in almost 15 years and I haven't ever put an English saddle on Taz before, he is 13. This very well could send me right back to my couch potato status. There are several steps to this process.

Step 1- Dig the English saddle from the depths of the shed. (I had to crawl on my hands and knees under the grill to get to it. Wayne obviously thought I would never be using it again). (COMPLETE)
Step 2 - Clean the 15 years of funk of the saddle. (COMPLETE)
Step 3 - Find English riding boots and pants. (COMPLETE)
Step 4 - Squeeze into English pants for a good laugh (And what a great laugh it was after I got them off. I couldn't breathe while I had them on). (COMPLETE)
Step 5 - Find English girth that will fit around my hippo horses stomach.
Step 6 - Saddle Taz up and go for a spin.
Step 7 - Fall on my head.

Tomorrow night, if I am able to complete Step 5, I will attempt Step 6 and hope Step 7 never happens. Wish me luck!!!!

All I can say is this thing had some serious funk on it. The pictures do not do the funk justice. Three white bath cloths totally covered in red clay dust, they had to be trashed.
Pretty nice work though, if I do say so myself.
The boots I knew would fit, but the pants, I knew would be a laugh. They will do until I can determine if I am officially off couch potato status.