Holding on tight

I woke up this morning, and for the first time in ages my legs were sore from riding.

Dada said that yesterday would be a relaxing and fun trail ride. It was fun, but relaxing is not the right word. It was hard.

T moves along at a good clip no matter the terrain. Of course, the uneven terrain does not faze her, but she is even more bouncy than usual. So I wound up clinging with my legs for all I was worth.

Not that I minded. It was a nice change.

We tried an Australian saddle with my toestoppers, and that contributed to my clinginess. The saddle didn't sit real straight and tight. Next week we are back to the Western saddle, but with rubber bands to hold my feet in the stirrups.