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The Joy of a Boogered Butt, by Ashley Crabtree
Booger/Boogered: From the Southern English dialect. To make a mistake or mess up something.
I am going to say it so just bear with me. You know what’s worse than your horse being off or lame for a little while? When you are the one that’s lame or off for a few days. It’s frustrating when you come home to find your horse lame. Not only are you worried about their comfort but also if you have been training or working toward a specific goal it can feel like you are falling behind. Most horses however probably don’t mind so much, again as long as they are comfortable, he/she is probably pretty happy to stand around and eat all day. However when you are the one that’s lame, everything stops.
Last week I over did it a touch during a workout out them gym. I knew I had probably strained something by the following day but I’m a tough cowgirl, so on and so forth, so I didn’t let it slow me down. That following Saturday I had a 5K that I had signed up to run in Lexington. I have been training a little bit for it but not as much as I should have. For those that don’t know a 5k is a little over three miles and I was bound and determined to run all 3.2 of them, despite the fact that the last time I ran a complete 5K distance was over a year ago. Well, that paired with my already sore bum was all it took. I’m really not sure what I have injured, all I know is it hurts like the dickens to sit and anytime I lean just my head forward I feel a weird pulling sensation all the way down to the underside my right butt cheek. Let me just tell you, it is a very odd sensation. So now not only can I not ride my girls for a few days, I also can’t workout or do anything with a lot of bending moving or lifting and it sucks! For those that haven’t been down in your backs, you are very very lucky.
As equestrians we are oh-so-good at watching out for our horse’s well-being but, let’s face it, we can be pretty bad about taking care of ourselves. It’s fun to joke about how if the slightest things seem off with our horses we are quick to call the vet, the farrier, the trainer and the priest to get our pony back to 100% again but we will wait till our limbs are practically falling off and then we might hit up the quickie clinic. We are quick to point out that yes riding is a sport and yes we are athletes, but it seems like over all we don’t treat ourselves like athletes, but our bodies are just as important to maintain as our horses, preaching to the choir here. Even this morning, my husband and I were having one of those adult conversations regarding whether or not we would be able to get a load of hay this weekend. My response “Of course my back will be fine by then, hay has got to be brought in, my back doesn’t really have a say in the matter.” His response: “Weren’t you just preaching to people about how they need to listen to their bodies as much as they do their horses and take care of themselves?” Touché there husband, I have no clever response. He is right though, so even though it is killing me to do so I will continue to take it easy for a few more days and pray that I don’t go stir crazy.
Ashley Crabtree a 28 yr. old amateur rider from Tennessee that has started on the road to becoming an eventer (also looking to get into mounted shooting, vaulting and general silliness) with the help of her two OTTB’s and supportive non–horsey husband. Also, a whole lot of dogs.