Riding lessons — Frisbee

This is the way I looked when I left the house today:

This is the way I looked when I got home:

All images metaphorical. I don’t ride in full dressage kit, but I was looking particularly spiffy in a white tank top, gray breeches, and cowboy boots. When I finished I had been stepped on (ow ow ow ow OW! GET OFF HORSE!), pushed around, then covered with dust, red gatorade, and horse sweat.

God, I love this sport.