...dishonor on your cow!

So I went horseback riding for the first time in a long long time on Saturday. I thought it was a blast. I have no idea on how to control the horse. Connor (the horse) had a bit and I would pull on it one way or the the other but unlike what the scriptures say about how large things can control small things (example: the rudder of a ship) it's not true. It's good advice to watch what you say and hope that your tongue doesn't get you into trouble but the horse has absolutely no reason to turn from side to side or go straight unless he wants to.

Oh and you can definitely tell that Connor has no intention of listening to the cold guy wearing the pink helmet. Just look at his embarrassingly sissy shaved chest. He's so disappointed that he looks goofy that there is no way that he is going to gallop and help me to feel good about myself as a man.

Joking aside, I loved the experience. Also it's a good thing that I couldn't get him to do anything more than a trot. I was holding on for dear life as it was and landing on the horse like I was doing was not feeling good. It was most likely worse for Connor.

Other big news for me isn't really big at all. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow to have the expert look at my ankle. Last September or October I was playing soccer and sprained and/or twisted my left ankle but good. It feels fine but it is still slightly swollen and feels just under 100%. It's probably nothing but I am paranoid that the doctor is going to find that I broke or tore something vitally important to my long term ability to walk and function as a human being. In my head I've already pictured the appointment and the doctor looks at my ankle and after he gasps in shock he asks me, "How in the world are you still standing up? I don't give that ankle more than two or three more days before it snaps in two."

I know I'm over reacting but I've got almost a full intramural soccer season ahead of me. I've got my priorities. If he tells me to have surgery, it'll have to wait until the tournament is over.



That's my ankle the night I sprained it after an hour of icing and wrapping it.