Lately I've been featuring a lot of the A-curcuit riders, but not all adult amateurs ride at that level; some are weekend warriors; others show on the local circuit; and some ride with no aspirations to show. All of these riders, no matter the level, are equal and I want to make sure each has a chance to have their voice heard.
A friend of mine, and former barn mate, Lauren has an adorable young anglo-arab named Hall that Glytters (barn name, Dacus). To her, like a lot of us, #AdultAmmyStrong is more than a mind set, it's a way of life. However, sometimes as we all know, it can be a struggle.
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I cannot think of a better meme to describe the struggles of being #adultammystrong.
Because let’s face it, money is a huge part of owning, riding and competing horses. Don't get me wrong, my horse is worth every red cent I pour into him. He brings balance to my life, and I honestly do not have a clue what I would do if I didn’t ride. Which is why this particular picture always makes me laugh.
The way I see it, riding and caring for horses is an addiction, and one I am very happy to have and admit to. If you have ever watched a TV show depicting the life of a drug addict, really we are not that different. I find myself digging through Rubbermaid’s of old tack to sell just to get one more lesson, one more training ride, or one more class at the local schooling show. As I handed my trainer a fist full of wadded up cash the other day, I could not help but laugh as I said “This should get me through this weekend, let me know if I owe you anymore.” I have seen less sketchy drug deals on Cops reruns.