So, remember when I had a burst of insanity and thought it might be nice to burn some calories and jog around our property?
That lasted all of three-and-a-half minutes before I decided it was an incredibly stupid way to die.
I mean… jogging is dangerous for lots of people!
And remember the horses looking at me in obvious confusion?
Because every equine knows that moving your feet for anything but jumping 14 feet sideways to avoid a puddle is just plain daft.
And running around in circles just for exercise is… daftER.
After I survived my self-longeing/lunging, I knew any horse friends could appreciate this guide. Remember, you hold a rope in your hand and your perfect princess of a horse obeys every command as she trots beautifully around you and farts pink glitter.
Let’s just say I’ve been waterskiing in a trail of pink glitter farts before.
(and that right there folks, wins the prize for “sentence I never thought I’d type”)
The only time you’ll see my Speedy Gonzales alter-ego is here:
And this post is going nowhere fast. Aren’t y’all glad it’s FRIDAY?
A long groove. Where I got dragged through pink glitter farts.
Bear with me, because it’s
And it’s EDIBLE!
Because I need to replace all those joggingalmostdying calories.
Come back Monday to help me blow this diet thing? :)