hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
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Posted 08-29-2016 at 05:20 PM by hunterseat
There's an indoor pool where I work. Every M-W-F there's an exercise class mid-day. I've known about this for months and finally psyched myself up for it. Today was the day.
I bravely enter and inquired at the desk. The truth was, there's no instructor for the next few weeks. Wouldn't you know it?
A lady stood behind me to sign in and assured me they were still meeting. Someone would lead. They'd been doing it for so long they know the exercises. I was really hesitant but I knew if I used this as an excuse I might never go.
Into the water I went. Everyone seemed to be older than I but that didn't seem to matter. They kicked my butt anyway. The dumbells were the hardest and I may not be able to lift a pencil tomorrow. But the absolute best was the pool noodle. You know, those long foam tube things that we used to string up on poles and make our horses walk through. (but that's another story)
The leader of the day was a gentleman who looked to be near 70. I struggled with my noodle and he laughed when I said I vowed to tame the wild noodle. He did a fine job leading BUT towards the end of the pool noodle segment he had us straddle our noodles and "bicycle" down to the end of the pool. I have to admit, having my legs wrapped around the noodle was an odd sensation to be having in a pool full of senior citizens. But no one else seemed to care so off I pedaled.
Upon reaching the deep end, our leader then instructed us to pedal backwards. As I reclined back a bit to "pedal" the end of the noodle stuck up out of the water from between my legs.
I shoved it back under the water and looked around. The other ladies had slipped their noodles behind their backs and were transiting the pool thus. So I did what they did! The leader had his big pink noodle sticking up as proud as ever.
I looked over at the young girl on the lifeguard stand and couldn't believe she kept a straight face. I was having a helluva time!
Anyway, it was a good workout and I'll try to make it back to noodle another day.
I bravely enter and inquired at the desk. The truth was, there's no instructor for the next few weeks. Wouldn't you know it?
A lady stood behind me to sign in and assured me they were still meeting. Someone would lead. They'd been doing it for so long they know the exercises. I was really hesitant but I knew if I used this as an excuse I might never go.
Into the water I went. Everyone seemed to be older than I but that didn't seem to matter. They kicked my butt anyway. The dumbells were the hardest and I may not be able to lift a pencil tomorrow. But the absolute best was the pool noodle. You know, those long foam tube things that we used to string up on poles and make our horses walk through. (but that's another story)
The leader of the day was a gentleman who looked to be near 70. I struggled with my noodle and he laughed when I said I vowed to tame the wild noodle. He did a fine job leading BUT towards the end of the pool noodle segment he had us straddle our noodles and "bicycle" down to the end of the pool. I have to admit, having my legs wrapped around the noodle was an odd sensation to be having in a pool full of senior citizens. But no one else seemed to care so off I pedaled.
Upon reaching the deep end, our leader then instructed us to pedal backwards. As I reclined back a bit to "pedal" the end of the noodle stuck up out of the water from between my legs.
I shoved it back under the water and looked around. The other ladies had slipped their noodles behind their backs and were transiting the pool thus. So I did what they did! The leader had his big pink noodle sticking up as proud as ever. I looked over at the young girl on the lifeguard stand and couldn't believe she kept a straight face. I was having a helluva time!
Anyway, it was a good workout and I'll try to make it back to noodle another day.
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