Behind the Inhaler Pt.2

It's Friday late afternoon and I need to get this blog done by tonight. My weekend is pack with horse shows, barn work, horses, horses, and more horses. Usually I'd be extremely excited to horse show especially since it's the first show of the IEA (Interscholastic Equestrian Association) Zone 5, Region 2 show of the year which just so happens to be at my barn. But I won't we showing this weekend or maybe even this whole season thanks to my once fractured, now irritated spine. Eight weeks of physical therapy, and two sessions of Functional Rehab have done nothing but push me to the brink of insanity. I went from a full season of varsity track, and horse showing to no physical activity at all. All physical therapy does is remind me of how much I can no longer do. Sure I've recently started riding horses again but it's not the same. I went from jumping well over three foot fences on our barns elite horses to "you can walk while being supervised for ten minutes on a horse." So here I am stuck on the sidelines praying that my back recovers enough for me to jump in towards the end of the IEA season (no pun intended).

In the first chapter of To Kill a Mocking Bird, Scout informs us of Jem's genuine fear of never being able to play football again because of his once badly broken elbow. I can tell you first hand that there is no worse feeling in the world than that of doubt over whether or not you can ever return to what you love. I'm a self confessed horse freak, I'll admit it. They're my life they keep me sane. I'm not sure how deep Jem's love of football goes but I sure can empathize with him.

It's like taking a public speakers ability to speak away. You just don't know what to do with yourself.

Until next week,

Steph