Sunday, July 24, 2016

Riding as exercise

I rode Riley on Sunday, in 91 (99 "realfeel") temps. Had a good ride but I really have to bring it to get good work, and we DID work. My Fitbit tends to underestimate my heart rate. I ran a 5k the day before, and pretty much went at the top of my ability (struggling mightily at the end) -- my peak heart rate was 181 bpm. 

Riding Riley Sunday, July 17

Laughing at My Nightmare 5K on June 25 (Fitbit messed up my July 16 5K beats)
Run ended at 26'47"

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Bethany Larsen riding OTTB Real GentlemanPrix St. Georges

This horse/rider pair was just featured in the Chronicle of the Horse -- Rio, aka OTTB Real Gentleman, just moved up to Prix St. Georges. What a good boy! Lovely and smooth.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Conversation with Bob

Friday night, we were watching the Tour de France.  We gasped at one of the more dramatic crashes, and felt relieved when everyone got up and continued. Bob remarked angrily that the spectator that caused the crash was -- well -- a douche.

Trying to offer perspective, I remarked that as international catastrophes go, this was not the largest one this year, or even this week, by any means. I started naming some of the worst headlines from 2016. Nice, France. Orlando, Florida. Brexit. Coup in Turkey.  The Presidential Elections so far, what a cluster ______.

Bob:  I guess we had no idea.
Me: [quizzical expression]
Bob: We underestimated his influence.
Me: Wha...  ?
Bob: You know. He must have been a stabilizing force in international affairs. So to speak.
Me: Harvey?
Bob: YES.
Me: It's all starting to make sense.

December 4, 2015. That was when I said goodbye to Harv.

I hate to say it but it seems to me that it was the start of some real unravelling well beyond what I'd dreamed. Harvey, my international peacekeeper, elder statesman -- and yes, an American Thoroughbred.