There is something about being around horses that puts me at ease. I can't explain it, but for whatever reason it makes me happy. I rode as a kid (my parents may argue that exposing me to this was a mistake on their part) and as a teenager, but I never had a horse of my own so at a certain point there wasn't much more I could do. I spent a majority of this weekend at a polo club. A friend of mine, S, is a pro polo rider and offered to take me out. It's been, well...a while, so my first time back in the saddle was a bit unsteady. Plus, I wasn't riding a lesson horse, or even really riding English (the only things I knew about polo before this weekend was popped collars, sticks, balls, and whatever the movies portrayed). However, I really enjoyed it. Today was much smoother than yesterday. It's amazing riding a pro horse. The closest thing I can compare it to is it's like driving a really nice sports car. The responsiveness of the horse is truly awesome. The style of riding, although it looks similar, is actually quite different - it has more of a Western feel to it than English. So it was even more of an adjustment for me, but I'm getting the hang of it...slowly.
Just like the start of the snow season, your first time back in the saddle comes with its soreness. It's a reminder that you do in fact have muscles in places you didn't think you did (don't be pervy). However, it's the type of muscle soreness that is rewarding, reminding you just how great it is to do something you enjoy again.
The game of polo is, no doubt, extremely difficult to master. It fascinates me from the standpoint of coordination between person, horse, and team. The horses are bred to be as smooth and agile as possible, and believe me they are. I have been told (and after witnessing, believe) it is the fastest team sport out there. Admirable in its own right. In America it does have that 'douchey'/ 'snooty' reputation, but I really didn't find that here. Everyone was super friendly and laid back. I appreciate this and enjoyed spending time there.
After watching the rest of the matches on Saturday S and I headed into BB, yet again. It was a good night filled with excellent conversation and some great people watching. Today we checked out a different place, where there is live music. It is one of those bars that reminded me a bit of home, it had more of a dive thing going, but not in a bad way. A place where it is more about the company you keep than the party. It was good to just chill and talk, as my mind has been spinning lately. Nothing to write home about out about, just the expected off-balanced pirouettes that bounce around in my mind.
Well I'm dead tired and in need of some zzz's
-M
There is something about being around horses that puts me at ease. I can't explain it, but for whatever reason it makes me happy. I rode as a kid (my parents may argue that exposing me to this was a mistake on their part) and as a teenager, but I never had a horse of my own so at a certain point there wasn't much more I could do. I spent a majority of this weekend at a polo club. A friend of mine, S, is a pro polo rider and offered to take me out. It's been, well...a while, so my first time back in the saddle was a bit unsteady. Plus, I wasn't riding a lesson horse, or even really riding English (the only things I knew about polo before this weekend was popped collars, sticks, balls, and whatever the movies portrayed). However, I really enjoyed it. Today was much smoother than yesterday. It's amazing riding a pro horse. The closest thing I can compare it to is it's like driving a really nice sports car. The responsiveness of the horse is truly awesome. The style of riding, although it looks similar, is actually quite different - it has more of a Western feel to it than English. So it was even more of an adjustment for me, but I'm getting the hang of it...slowly.
Just like the start of the snow season, your first time back in the saddle comes with its soreness. It's a reminder that you do in fact have muscles in places you didn't think you did (don't be pervy). However, it's the type of muscle soreness that is rewarding, reminding you just how great it is to do something you enjoy again.
The game of polo is, no doubt, extremely difficult to master. It fascinates me from the standpoint of coordination between person, horse, and team. The horses are bred to be as smooth and agile as possible, and believe me they are. I have been told (and after witnessing, believe) it is the fastest team sport out there. Admirable in its own right. In America it does have that 'douchey'/ 'snooty' reputation, but I really didn't find that here. Everyone was super friendly and laid back. I appreciate this and enjoyed spending time there.
After watching the rest of the matches on Saturday S and I headed into BB, yet again. It was a good night filled with excellent conversation and some great people watching. Today we checked out a different place, where there is live music. It is one of those bars that reminded me a bit of home, it had more of a dive thing going, but not in a bad way. A place where it is more about the company you keep than the party. It was good to just chill and talk, as my mind has been spinning lately. Nothing to write home about out about, just the expected off-balanced pirouettes that bounce around in my mind.
Well I'm dead tired and in need of some zzz's
-M
There is something about being around horses that puts me at ease. I can't explain it, but for whatever reason it makes me happy. I rode as a kid (my parents may argue that exposing me to this was a mistake on their part) and as a teenager, but I never had a horse of my own so at a certain point there wasn't much more I could do. I spent a majority of this weekend at a polo club. A friend of mine, S, is a pro polo rider and offered to take me out. It's been, well...a while, so my first time back in the saddle was a bit unsteady. Plus, I wasn't riding a lesson horse, or even really riding English (the only things I knew about polo before this weekend was popped collars, sticks, balls, and whatever the movies portrayed). However, I really enjoyed it. Today was much smoother than yesterday. It's amazing riding a pro horse. The closest thing I can compare it to is it's like driving a really nice sports car. The responsiveness of the horse is truly awesome. The style of riding, although it looks similar, is actually quite different - it has more of a Western feel to it than English. So it was even more of an adjustment for me, but I'm getting the hang of it...slowly.
Just like the start of the snow season, your first time back in the saddle comes with its soreness. It's a reminder that you do in fact have muscles in places you didn't think you did (don't be pervy). However, it's the type of muscle soreness that is rewarding, reminding you just how great it is to do something you enjoy again.
The game of polo is, no doubt, extremely difficult to master. It fascinates me from the standpoint of coordination between person, horse, and team. The horses are bred to be as smooth and agile as possible, and believe me they are. I have been told (and after witnessing, believe) it is the fastest team sport out there. Admirable in its own right. In America it does have that 'douchey'/ 'snooty' reputation, but I really didn't find that here. Everyone was super friendly and laid back. I appreciate this and enjoyed spending time there.
After watching the rest of the matches on Saturday S and I headed into BB, yet again. It was a good night filled with excellent conversation and some great people watching. Today we checked out a different place, where there is live music. It is one of those bars that reminded me a bit of home, it had more of a dive thing going, but not in a bad way. A place where it is more about the company you keep than the party. It was good to just chill and talk, as my mind has been spinning lately. Nothing to write home about out about, just the expected off-balanced pirouettes that bounce around in my mind.
Well I'm dead tired and in need of some zzz's
-M
There is something about being around horses that puts me at ease. I can't explain it, but for whatever reason it makes me happy. I rode as a kid (my parents may argue that exposing me to this was a mistake on their part) and as a teenager, but I never had a horse of my own so at a certain point there wasn't much more I could do. I spent a majority of this weekend at a polo club. A friend of mine, S, is a pro polo rider and offered to take me out. It's been, well...a while, so my first time back in the saddle was a bit unsteady. Plus, I wasn't riding a lesson horse, or even really riding English (the only things I knew about polo before this weekend was popped collars, sticks, balls, and whatever the movies portrayed). However, I really enjoyed it. Today was much smoother than yesterday. It's amazing riding a pro horse. The closest thing I can compare it to is it's like driving a really nice sports car. The responsiveness of the horse is truly awesome. The style of riding, although it looks similar, is actually quite different - it has more of a Western feel to it than English. So it was even more of an adjustment for me, but I'm getting the hang of it...slowly.
Just like the start of the snow season, your first time back in the saddle comes with its soreness. It's a reminder that you do in fact have muscles in places you didn't think you did (don't be pervy). However, it's the type of muscle soreness that is rewarding, reminding you just how great it is to do something you enjoy again.
The game of polo is, no doubt, extremely difficult to master. It fascinates me from the standpoint of coordination between person, horse, and team. The horses are bred to be as smooth and agile as possible, and believe me they are. I have been told (and after witnessing, believe) it is the fastest team sport out there. Admirable in its own right. In America it does have that 'douchey'/ 'snooty' reputation, but I really didn't find that here. Everyone was super friendly and laid back. I appreciate this and enjoyed spending time there.
After watching the rest of the matches on Saturday S and I headed into BB, yet again. It was a good night filled with excellent conversation and some great people watching. Today we checked out a different place, where there is live music. It is one of those bars that reminded me a bit of home, it had more of a dive thing going, but not in a bad way. A place where it is more about the company you keep than the party. It was good to just chill and talk, as my mind has been spinning lately. Nothing to write home about out about, just the expected off-balanced pirouettes that bounce around in my mind.
Well I'm dead tired and in need of some zzz's
-M
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