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In Loving Memory...
~ Gogo Fatale ~


6/2/01 - 10/11/11
~ Forever the Marest of Them All ~
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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Bummin'.


Want to know what started today? Rolex. The ultimate destination, as spectator or rider, for all those who love our great sport of eventing. Year after year, Rolex devotees make their annual pilgrimage to this holiest of grounds to cheer, walk 89 miles a day, rack up enormous amounts of debt at the trade fair, gulp down corndogs, meet up with dozens of friends we only see once a year, have heartattacks at every jump, and scream ourselves hoarse as we watch our favorite riders, horses and heroes conquer the most grueling event North America could possibly ever offer up. Rolex. Just the word gives me the good chills. Rolex, where I go year after year without fail, no matter how impossible it is to get there. Rolex... where I will not be this year, and it's driving me nuts. Hurting me, even. I gave up my Rolex this year because I have very limited vacation days and thought I was going to need them all for showing. Now, I don't need any of them for anything, and could have easily taken a few days to go. Sigh.

And yet, life goes on. Thinking about missing Rolex has made me sharply aware of missing my entire show season, and it hurts. I am doing my best to enjoy all the little things I love about my mare - how rich and glossy her coat is even with the last remnants of winter fuzz, how one section of her mane always falls to the wrong side of her neck no matter what I do, how her feet still remain rock hard and gorgeous despite rest and her perpetually sloppy stall (she is the worst hay dunker and she drags that water ALL over the front of her stall every day), how she always manages to look happy whenever I come around in the morning to say hi - but I'm still wanting to ride, to gallop, to just sit on her even. In due time, I suppose. Right now we are celebrating the victory of starting to treadmill again, of tight and cool legs that stay down and cool from the first cold-tubbing of the morning all the way to nightly wraps, and of a freshly trimmed set of feet that make me smile every time I look at them. I might be dreaming of Rolex right now, but I know that next year it will come. I might be wishing for a full and hearty season of eventing for myself and for my mare right now, but I know that even though we can't this year, with patience and time we can do just about anything.







I keep catching Gogo snoozing every morning after she gets a fresh clean stall. (Hence the terrible cameraphone pictures.) She's always covered in shavings, filthy, drooling, and peaceful. I think I know what she might be dreaming about.

6 comments:

Nicole Redman said...

Excuse me, but you need those vacation days to come see ME and go to JOSHUA TREE and DISNEYLAND

Andrea said...

Well duh! That's what I'm using them for!

SmartAlex said...

I hate hay dunkers. My gelding was the worst, and his stall was always a swamp. When he was diagnosed IR this winter, we started soaking his hay, and he gave up dunking entirely! Yay! Now his stall is dry, and his water bucket is crystal clear. At least something positive came from this.

Abby said...

I'm sad to miss Rolex this year, too -- stupid work. BUT I'm saving my Rolex days for the WEGs! Eventing and Grand Prix freestyle, so excited! You can still get tix!

Kate said...

I think it's so cute that she lets you take photos of her snoozing. I've caught Lucy sleeping in her stall a few times but she gets up immediately if I even go to open the stall door to get a photo.

eventer79 said...

Your reward is a peaceful, happy horse to enjoy daily. You are right, it's those little moments that are priceless, even though I totally know how hard it is not to be riding. We got stuck in horsey prison in a strangles quarantine and couldn't go anywhere for MONTHS, it was awful. Not quite the same, but I know the trapped feeling...