Yeah.

When I was a kid I wanted to be a young rider……………(which meant competing at Prelim)

And it didn’t happen.

In college my goal was Prelim……………….

and it didn’t happen.

When I graduated…………. I tried to make it to Prelim by 30…………….

and it didn’t happen.

Then last year after so many attempts………………. I finally moved up to Prelim.

I even got a ribbon

Just under the wire……………..(that would be……. cough – sputter – cough – that I just barely made it by 40)

I felt like such a GROWN UP  –  “I’m riding Prelim!!!”

But in true Bad Eventer style, I set my sights a little higher   Rolex  Intermediate

And that meant a new horse………………after much pain,  I found the new horse.

A horse who is a STAR.

A horse with unlimited potential. 

I thought we’d skip around once or twice at training level and move right back to Prelim.

For a couple of weeks I thought I was Phillip Dutton, instead of Bad Eventer.

Then we had our epic fail the first time out………. and I was…………. demoted

to training Level.

I felt like I had to sit at the kids table at Thanksgiving dinner.

I only changed horses in order to plan the move up……………..not down.

So when I found myself in an unusual funk at the last couple shows, I finally figured out I was suffering from……………….

 
Post Prelim Depression.

And just when I was settling into my new found status, I heard these terrifying words…………….

“You’re ready to move up!”

And now my teeth are chattering again over those damn CORNERS……………

 but I’m Oh So Happy About That!