Camelot’s August event was everything I hoped it would be, and then some. I don’t quite have the energy for a full recap (I’m still catching up thanks to a sleepless Friday night and minor flesh wounds to both knees), but there are too many good pictures not to share some of them. The short story is that we were successful. But in reality, I’d categorize this as more of a wildly successful outing for us.
c/o Kate’s friend, Kathy. Thanks Kathy!
Thanks to my own stupidity and inability to ride down banks, I tweaked both of my knees on Friday afternoon while schooling the
utterly enormous and incredibly inappropriate for the level 3′-ish bank that was flagged for the Novice course. I suck at banks and we haven’t practiced them in a year, so we worked our way up to the big one. Murray was fine going down the littler ones, but could clearly sense my hesitation and lack of desire to go down the biggest bank, so he stopped a few times. I finally approached it with some commitment, then promptly lost my left stirrup. Murray turned a hard right upon landing, and physics was not in my favor. I kept going straight. As I slid over the saddle my right foot must have become caught up somehow, because my knee twisted on the way over. I initially landed on my left foot, but promptly fell to my knee.
I lay there in the dirt, both of my knees stinging, while Murray stood next to me and judged me for my silly actions. Eventually I gathered up the gumption to stand (stung knees hurt, yo!), got back on, and we schooled the bank and a few other fences with great success.
The whole weekend was really an exercise in teamwork, though! First, Kate kindly hauled Murray to the show as we were short one trailer spot from my barn. To my great pleasure, Murray happily walked right into Kate’s trailer, and then unloaded quietly once at Camelot. Kate even had a pin of just the right dimensions to fix our own trailer woes, when the 3-horse we were borrowing was short a pin to keep the back divider closed. I mean, if that isn’t a beautiful coincidence, I just don’t know what is.
After spraining said knees, one friend loaned me her horse’s Back on Track wraps, another drove to get me ibuprofen at a nearby gas station, and everyone pitched in to help fetch, carry, and lift while I limped around the facility like a pirate. The good news that is NSAIDs and BOT helped my knee to feel pretty much normal by cross country time. I don’t really know how I feel about Back on Track gear… part of me thinks it’s juju voodoo horsey pseudoscience. The other part of my knows that the BOT treated knee was way warmer than the untreated knee, and it felt WAY WAY BETTER after putting the wraps on. So… we’ll need to play with evidence based medicine for that one.
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I tweaked/sprained my right knee yesterday falling off of Murray, and skinned the left one not-sticking-the-landing. Fortunately @jig_jag_ottb had @backontrackusa quick wraps that she slapped on me. I went from a 4/5 lame to a 1/5 lame over the course of today, and managed to run xc. So that's a minor miracle. . . . #eventerproblems #eventersolutions #overorthrough
Kate’s Kathy and Olivia’s husband kindly got pictures of me during my stadium ride, which were so appreciated when I realized after stadium that in the course of bumping my camera around on my hip I had deleted every single picture from the entire weekend. I felt sick when I realized that I had done that through carelessness and bad habits (of not turning off my camera or protecting my images).
picture credit to David on this one!
There was even some pretty solid team work getting my outfit together. I’ve been admiring the Winston coats for a while, but they are solidly outside of my budget in even an off-the-rack scenario. A couple of months ago L alerted me to a tack sale for an Oregon tack store that was going out of business, and they had a Winston in just my size for an amount that I could, somewhat drunkenly (and only if I don’t look up the email to see what the actual price is) justify paying for. I hemmed and hawed over it, and Peony told me to do it (and buy a Samshield alongside to boot, but they had none in my size). And Megan concurred. So I bought it. It didn’t quite have the shiny buttons I wanted, so I headed to Etsy and found the brushed stainless buttons I needed, easily replaced the old ones on the front of the coat and voila!
It was such a wonderful weekend to spend with friends from all different avenues of my life. I can’t wait to do it again — maybe in April, guys?!