How bad isn’t it that our mood gets so affected by our riding?
For the past month me and Grumpy has been on different planets. He went left when I wanted to go right and he stopped when I wanted to go forward. It was not sexy, not sexy at all.
Somewhere a long the lines I realized that I had been sleeping. The warm weather made me give him some more days off then I should have and generally I had been lazy. So I decided to get my shit together, in lack of different words and start working again.
Today I finally got a bit of payback for my work. For the last month it felt like I had to carry Grumpy, while today he decided to use his own legs. What a feeling. When he decides to do that, I don’t need to look like a wild monkey on his back either and can focus on sitting a bit better and hold my hands where they should be.
So back to my initial sentence. How happy don’t you feel when you’ve had a good ride? Gosh. I would almost pay to have a good ride every day. Haha