The Round Pen, to be exact. I’m sick. Given Hudson’s state of mind and my NyQuil induced stupor, I decided riding would be foolhardy.
But that doesn’t mean one of us can’t work!
He’s doing some decent trot work in the Vienna reins, and beginning to give up and relax into the stupid fracken circles he so enjoys.
I’m happy to see his fitness plan is so clearly working through the neck and shoulders. I can see it behind as well, but we have a lot farther to go to get the back, abs and rump well muscled.
He’s a funny guy. What made him happy? He was working in the rain. Hudson’s opinion: real horses work in weather!