Long time no blog. Happy September.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
While hanging out at the barn, yakking and telling stories, one of the girls was talking about her brother coming out and riding. She is a fit young woman with a disgustingly good figure. I didn't see her brother, but, he apparently is 235 pds. Now, I don't know if he's fat or a big guy or what, but, I get the impression he is not fit, maybe chubby, from some things she has said.
Anyhoo, her horses are big. The one is the size of my horse (about 16 hands). She is describing how the poor horse looked so shocked and had to brace himself when her brother got on.
Well, I weigh 233. I am 5'10". I have never felt that my horse was suffering when I ride him. Although, of course, I would like to be lighter, for him as well as me. I have never told any of these people my weight though.
While my horse has been lame everyone has offered me a horse to ride. I assume they don't think I'm too fat to ride their horses. If I make jokes about my weight, people usually say, you look fine. You're not fat. (of course I am).
So, anyway, I felt a little awkward while she was talking about how her poor horse had to lug around her fat brother. It's like how I feel when I realize I weigh more than a champion heavy weight boxer or Arnold Schwarznegger
It sure gives you a perspective on your size. And how others perceive you.