Still working out the details with the big man, but I will try to get some photos of him this weekend. I sort of feel weird taking pictures of him without his owner knowing that he is now on the Internet. Tuesday I went out to the barn that Denali use to live at prior to the whole almost dying thing. A friend of mine moved her mare there at the start of the month and I wanted to visit her.
One of the lesson horses was just finishing up, and the trainer offered me to take her for a spin. I haven't ridden since I started my crazy work out routine (aka, not working out ever to 4 days a week, 2 with a personal trainer). I could tell right away that "wow, this is much easier with muscles." I didn't feel like I was 'amazing' but could focus more on what I was doing since I felt pretty stable.
I think I mentioned before that my doctor wouldn't give me anti-anxiety meds for my fears post-trailer accident. She thought I had PTSD and made me go talk to someone. It actually is something I sort of have a hard time talking about on here so I don't mention it a lot. I guess I'm embarrassed? The doctor grew up with horses too. My "homework" is to tell stories of good things that happened to me in the past, or times that I felt really confident. She thinks that this will help me since so many of my memories in the past year and so were so negative or traumatic. SO, what does that mean? You will have to listen to me ramble some. I figured I'd write them on here.