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/><category term="Ponies" /><category term="Stallions" /><category term="Trailer Loading" /><category term="Pody" /><category term="Songs" /><category term="South Dakota" /><category term="Stretching" /><category term="Savannah" /><category term="Bloggers" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Weather" /><category term="What do Horses Need" /><category term="AAHS" /><category term="Water Heaters" /><category term="Personalities" /><category term="Spring" /><category term="Websites" /><category term="Changes" /><category term="Chick" /><category term="Abuse" /><category term="Phoenix" /><category term="Book Review" /><category term="Joke" /><category term="Golden Oldies" /><category term="Grain" /><category term="Eyes" /><category term="Pets" /><category term="Wild Horse Trim" /><category term="Crazy Horse" /><category term="Sunday Stills" /><category term="Fawn" /><category term="Saddling" /><category term="Disease" /><category term="Nutrition" /><category term="Valentine's Day" /><category term="Teeth" /><category term="CTR Perry Lake" /><category term="Cactus" /><category term="Pennsylvania" /><category term="Robins" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="Training" /><category term="Death" /><category term="Camp Moses Merrill" /><category term="Acreage Upkeep" /><title>Horses Are Our Lives</title><subtitle type="html">Horses are our lives.  They are in our blood.  They are a part of our heart and soul and backbone.  It doesn't matter if we own a horse or not, or even if we ride or not, because what matters is that we have a love for horses.  All horses, no matter size, breed, gender, temperament ...well maybe temperament! I have a love for horses and I want to share what I know and what I feel with you.  I am on a search for what horses mean to me.  I hope you come along on the ride with me!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HorsesAreOurLives" /><feedburner:info uri="horsesareourlives" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUEQHw6cCp7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-3039915885436256508</id><published>2012-01-26T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:50:01.218-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T06:50:01.218-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What Do We Need" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exercises" /><title>Give Yourself Rest Time</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/public/Y90jyoPMDqrki51100uFcHE0bVxzV1Rzg4jHijm-yPhlA-bknXvu8Y5P7I2htb5N4H3TykW9Jxb6UEuqO_j9n2m9Qo1CmqiYaAvPoSSOrKUgjgeDaBDMGgx9uUVAO5GBvUXasl35eXFIbQ=s120-c" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/public/Y90jyoPMDqrki51100uFcHE0bVxzV1Rzg4jHijm-yPhlA-bknXvu8Y5P7I2htb5N4H3TykW9Jxb6UEuqO_j9n2m9Qo1CmqiYaAvPoSSOrKUgjgeDaBDMGgx9uUVAO5GBvUXasl35eXFIbQ=s120-c" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;January 20-22, 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Give Yourself Rest Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After a week of exercising, I took last weekend off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last week, Hubby and I walked 3 miles each day for 5 days, as well as spending some time on the elliptical and weight machines.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We worked on building up leg muscles, arm and shoulder strength, and overall endurance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By Friday, our bodies were feeling a little sore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We knew we were working muscles we haven’t been working during regular chore time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was time to give our muscles rest instead of continually working them. We felt the tightness in our legs and a little stiffness in our shoulders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Time off allows the muscles to relax without needed to take an aspirin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel if you take a medicine because you are sore, you are feeling better but putting a band-aid on the soreness and not allowing your muscles to heal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think horses go through the same thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We ride them too much before they are conditioned and they become sore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We continue to ride without time off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do they have a chance to rest sore muscles?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure soreness in our own bodies may have meant that we did a little too much too soon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This week, I’m doing the same amount of walking and elliptical, but I’ve decreased the amounts on the weight machines by a small amount.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve taken away some of the strain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My shoulders feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With horses, slow conditioning is better, adding distance as the horse gets into shape, then adding more speed as each distance level.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel that is the way I’m conditioning myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’ll stay at the level that I’m at and slowly add distance on the elliptical and slowly add weights each week on the machines.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The point is to stay healthy, and keep our horses healthy and sound.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing how strong you can get with a little time of structured exercise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking the same for our horses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Develop a structured plan of conditioning to keep your horse moving on down the trail or in the arena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-3039915885436256508?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/RJggpcJpF6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3039915885436256508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=3039915885436256508&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3039915885436256508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3039915885436256508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/RJggpcJpF6E/give-yourself-rest-time.html" title="Give Yourself Rest Time" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-yourself-rest-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAEQHg6eCp7ImA9WhRUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-9038591850396078527</id><published>2012-01-19T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:35:01.610-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T05:35:01.610-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conditioning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exercises" /><title>Burning More Calories</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;January 17-19, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tuesday, Jan. 17, 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3 ¼ miles walking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;15 min elliptical, 120 calories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4 weight machines with 1 or 2 reps each&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1 ½ miles walking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;15 min elliptical, 130 calories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4 weight machines with 2 or 3 reps each, adding extra weight to each machine today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3.35 miles in 1 hr, 20 min&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;15 min elliptical, 135 calories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Each day, endurance is building. I can go faster on the elliptical, burning more calories.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Strength is building. I can add more weights and do more reps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m starting to see the definition in the arm and calf muscles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I hope this stamina continues when I get back to riding when the weather warms up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-9038591850396078527?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/WoGi-HB1Boo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/9038591850396078527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=9038591850396078527&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/9038591850396078527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/9038591850396078527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/WoGi-HB1Boo/burning-more-calories.html" title="Burning More Calories" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/burning-more-calories.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGRn0_eyp7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-8587299210117007201</id><published>2012-01-17T06:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:25:27.343-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T06:25:27.343-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conditioning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exercises" /><title>Walking to build endurance</title><content type="html">Monday, Jan. 16, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking is good for the horse and also for the rider.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, hubby and I walked 3.25 miles in 1 hour 15 min.&amp;nbsp; Our max speed was 4.3 mph.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, it's hard to get a QH to walk out that fast.&amp;nbsp; But now I know if I can walk that fast, my horse better pick up speed at the walk!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, how many calories do you burn while walking?&amp;nbsp; For the mileage, at a moderate fast pace, I burned 224 calories and hubby burned&amp;nbsp;345 calories, based on our weights.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't seem quit fair that I walked the same and burned less calories??? (321 calories&amp;nbsp;at another source that I goggled for both our weights).&lt;br /&gt;
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From yesterday, it takes burning 3500 calories to lose a pound.&amp;nbsp; We burned 100 calories in 10 minutes on the eliptical machine.&amp;nbsp; Today, I worked 15 minutes, burning 150 calories.&amp;nbsp; I would need to use the machine 50 minutes for 7 days to burn off 1 pound.&amp;nbsp; I'm also adding in some weight machines, which should burn off some calories.&amp;nbsp; My goal is to work 30-40 minutes on the elliptical and 20 minutes on the weights, and while watching my food intake, see if I can lost a pound a week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I just read where it's not safe to lose more than 2 # a week.&amp;nbsp; Slow and steady is better.&amp;nbsp; It sounds like I'm conditioning a horse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-8587299210117007201?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/RM3j6GCePs4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8587299210117007201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=8587299210117007201&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8587299210117007201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8587299210117007201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/RM3j6GCePs4/walking-to-build-endurance.html" title="Walking to build endurance" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/walking-to-build-endurance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGQHY8fSp7ImA9WhRVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-234745270533398427</id><published>2012-01-16T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:50:21.875-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T06:50:21.875-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exercises" /><title>1 Kilocalories is 1000 calorie</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday, Jan 15, 2012﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Kilocalories is 1000 calorie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I started back up on the illeptical machine.&amp;nbsp; I pedaled for 10 minues, burning .1000 kilocalorie.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought 1000, then saw the period before it.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;had to google to see how that converted to calories.&amp;nbsp; I burned 100 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, so what does that mean?&amp;nbsp; How many calories do you need to burn to lose a pound?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I googled that same question, and here is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From caloriesperhour.com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;What It Takes to Lose a Pound&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Diet and Weight Loss Tutorial&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Unit of Weight&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Approximate Calories&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Approximate Kilojoules&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pound&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3,500&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;14,644&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kilogram&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7,716&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;32,284&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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A pound of body fat equates to approximately 3500 calories. &lt;span class="goog_qs-tidbit-0"&gt;So if you have a calorie deficit of 500 calories (meaning that you burn 500 calories more than you eat each day) you would lose approximately one pound per&lt;/span&gt; week:&lt;br /&gt;
500 x 7 = 3,500&lt;br /&gt;
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It's easy to see that a calorie deficit of 1000 calories would mean that you'd lose approximately two pounds per week. And that's a good number to remember, because two pounds a week is commonly accepted as the maximum rate of weight loss that is healthy. Losing weight too quickly has other disadvantages. (from Caloriesperhour.com)&lt;br /&gt;
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That 10 minutes on the exercise equipment burned 100 calories. I need to up that workout&amp;nbsp;to 500 calories, so 45-50 minutes per day, for 7 days.&amp;nbsp; That is what it takes to lose just 1 pound!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also adding a few weight machines to build up arm and leg muscle.&amp;nbsp; That should also burn some calories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-234745270533398427?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/O1SbK_eCAGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/234745270533398427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=234745270533398427&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/234745270533398427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/234745270533398427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/O1SbK_eCAGM/1-kilocalories-is-1000-calorie.html" title="1 Kilocalories is 1000 calorie" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-kilocalories-is-1000-calorie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMSXg7fCp7ImA9WhRVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-1677017163242240368</id><published>2012-01-14T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:36:28.604-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T11:36:28.604-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Great Horsetrailriders Distance Derby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter Riding" /><title>The Great Horsetrailriders Distance Derby</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Great Horsetrailriders Distance Derby" height="116" id="Header1_headerimg" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWuAGRIjbxQ/TuUoYROd5YI/AAAAAAAAE-8/9Mr_9kJk_LI/s640/ddd.JPG" style="display: block;" width="640" /&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Friday's temps&amp;nbsp;at 30&amp;nbsp;wasn't as cold as Thursday's 20 degrees!&amp;nbsp; I rode both days.&amp;nbsp; I had 5 layers on Thursday and was almost too warm.&amp;nbsp; Friday, I didn't layer as heavily, with only a sweatshirt, hoodie and winter coat on, and I was warm.&amp;nbsp; Even Shaggy was sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm riding more due to &lt;a href="http://distancederby.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Great Horsetrailriders Distance Derby&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Tammy of &lt;a href="http://horsetrailriders.com/home"&gt;Horsetrailriders,&lt;/a&gt; with a friend &lt;a href="http://cshenefield.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;, has started this fun competition.&amp;nbsp; We are to GPS our rides and record our distances.&amp;nbsp; There is no big prize, just the satisfaction of riding your horse as ofter as you can and recording the miles you ride your horse.&lt;br /&gt;
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I rode Thursday when it was 20 degrees, mostly due to my Hubby.&amp;nbsp; He called me a weenie, and to put on those winter clothes I have, and saddle up. So I did. I was almost 2 warm, as I had many layers on.&amp;nbsp; Fleece line jeans, winter boots, 2 sock, 2 gloves, 3 sweatshirts, 2 jackets, orange fleece head band and a beanie.&amp;nbsp; My helmet wouldn't fit.&amp;nbsp; This was the first time in almost 5 years that I didn't wear my helmet when I rode.&amp;nbsp; I had a lot of fleece layers&amp;nbsp;on, but next time, I'll make sure my helmet will go on too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday was warmer.&amp;nbsp; I didn't wear as many layers and I was still overdressed.&amp;nbsp; Tha's good, as I don't like being cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-1677017163242240368?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/NRcZONFuiJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1677017163242240368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=1677017163242240368&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1677017163242240368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1677017163242240368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/NRcZONFuiJo/great-horsetrailriders-distance-derby.html" title="The Great Horsetrailriders Distance Derby" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWuAGRIjbxQ/TuUoYROd5YI/AAAAAAAAE-8/9Mr_9kJk_LI/s72-c/ddd.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-horsetrailriders-distance-derby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQXs-fCp7ImA9WhRVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-4667034924320043605</id><published>2012-01-13T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:04:20.554-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T00:04:20.554-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What do Horses Need" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death" /><title>When a teenager loses her best friend</title><content type="html">One of my friends brought her daughter to me for lessons when she was young, maybe 8 or 10 years olds.&amp;nbsp; Spike had a mind of his own.&amp;nbsp; He pulled on her.&amp;nbsp; And she was little and didn't have the strength to make him listen.&amp;nbsp; She got older.&amp;nbsp; Spike got older.&amp;nbsp; She learned to make him listen.&amp;nbsp; Spike started listening better.&amp;nbsp; And the girl and the horse bonded and went on to have a beautifully, wonderful partnership.&amp;nbsp; And they could run!&amp;nbsp; I remember when she couldn't even make him trot.&amp;nbsp; They became a competitive team.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said tonight...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Dear Spikee, &lt;br /&gt;
Why did you have to leave so soon? We made a promise when I was little that we would both make it to 200 years old! What happen to that promise bud? I know you don't like it when I cry but this I can't help but cry. You were my best friend and taught me everything I know when it comes to riding. I wish I could've said goodbye when you were still here but now that youre gone, It's too late. We had our ups and downs but you got me through it no matter how hard it was. You'll always have a place in my heart that will never be forgotten. I love you Spike.&lt;br /&gt;
Rest In Peace. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
January 12, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
I love you bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;My heart breaks.&amp;nbsp; And I think about Finny.&amp;nbsp; And I think about her mom losing Johnny.&amp;nbsp; The hurt is there again.&amp;nbsp; But not so painful, as this is what I told her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;...there are so many of us who understand.  Including your mom.  Our hearts just break in 2.  We wonder why, and why now?  Why not that other horse?  Not the horse that was so loved?  I truly believe in God's plan for us, and for our &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;horses.  He took our beloved best friend home to be with Him.  There is a lesson in there for us.  Maybe to show us something special.  Should I have taken more time with my horse before he died?  Should I have cared for him differently?  Should I have done something?  Why didn't I know he was sick?  Why didn't I know he was dying?  Honey, I felt so guilty for so long, and I don't want that for you.  Our horses leave us, just like our dogs and other pets, and we just need to accept that when it comes, no matter how hard that is.  Guilt will just make the sorrow last longer.  And we don't want to be sad when we think about Spike, or Johnny or Finny.  We need to find peace, and I'm starting to say this a lot, but it's the only thing that is making me feel better... that place in your heart that hurts so much, that is breaking in 2, is where those special memories will be.  I know how much you hurt.  And it's true... only time will help.  I'm sad that you are hurting so bad, and I pray that you can understand the whys.  Don't feel any guilt, or sadness, or whatever, just know that it was time for him to go home to God's pastures.  Look how many friends he has up there running with him!  hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;It is ok to grieve.&amp;nbsp; It is ok to cry.&amp;nbsp; And when you think you can't stand it any longer, please cry some more.&amp;nbsp; Cry until you can't cry anymore.&amp;nbsp; Then peace will come.&amp;nbsp; Then happy memories will come.&amp;nbsp; Then another horse will make you happy.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think that would be possible, but when you&amp;nbsp;love horses enough, you have to keep loving more.&amp;nbsp; You can't stop because you lost a special one.&amp;nbsp; Take the time to grieve.&amp;nbsp; But take the time to allow another horse to become a special one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I am lucky that I raise horses. Believe me, those first few days when I lost Finny, I didn't think I was lucky. I had to feed the horses, but I didn't look at them. I threw them their grain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I started riding Shaggy, and I thought, great, I have to train on another one to get him to where Finny was.&amp;nbsp; That will take years.&amp;nbsp; But I started riding him and I took him on trail rides.&amp;nbsp; He saved me because of his quiet ways.&amp;nbsp; He entered my heart in a quiet way.&amp;nbsp; He will never leave here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I have Starlet, who will always be here.&amp;nbsp; Just because I raised her in my 2nd foal crop&amp;nbsp; and I get along with her. She puts everyone in there place. She is mine and she is not going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Duster is Starlet's first foal.&amp;nbsp; He acts just like her, pushing his way where he wants to be.&amp;nbsp; Then other times, he runs to momma to save him. LOL&amp;nbsp; But his lope is awesome, and I can't wait to ride that.&amp;nbsp; He is by my stud, Duke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Duke, who I just&amp;nbsp;gelded, and I'm riding. I love his canter.&amp;nbsp; I will take him to dressage lessons and ride him in the Centered Riding Clinics.&amp;nbsp; I just love that deep, collected canter.&amp;nbsp; He is so natural.&amp;nbsp; After many years of no training, he rides the same. I give him a ride a year, in the past, but already this year, he has been ridden a half dozen times and has been to the fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today was a complete opposite from yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sunny, no wind, 60’s, versus a windy, then more wind, 30’s that drop to low 20’s degree day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I did chores, I could taste the dirt in my mouth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just a dusty taste, but actually dirt.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The fields around here are being disked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though most farmers practice the no-till farming practice, this year, they seem to be disking up the soybean fields.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So there seems to be more loose dirt that can blow around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess it would be different if there was snow on the ground.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight’s weather showed Omaha, less than 45 minutes away, with icy roads and snow/white out conditions, with less than 2” of snow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had none of that, just the wind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was strange to see cars in the ditch, on the news, knowing that we had just wind here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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only 45 minutes north of us, the wind was blowing, with light snow, that gave white out conditons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I didn’t ride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With the wind, the horses would have been either alert or just tired out from the wind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Horses need a day out from riding, to rest their legs, and their bodies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We can’t ride long and hard without conditioning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need long, slow rides, then add speed and distance, but not at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a long, slow day on Shaggy yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a short, slow day on Duke as that is all he can handle right now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow, even though the temps will be low, I hope to have a good ride on Shag.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Long or short, it will be good. I hope there is no wind!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-4905430224596481264?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/cUJ1Uj3fc5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4905430224596481264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=4905430224596481264&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4905430224596481264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4905430224596481264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/cUJ1Uj3fc5s/so-windy-i-tasted-dirt.html" title="So Windy I Tasted Dirt" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-simv4z259ig/Tw5qaTwrmbI/AAAAAAAAFzo/ZJVlvWZ0xWc/s72-c/IMG_1935.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-windy-i-tasted-dirt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ERX44eCp7ImA9WhRVE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-4892708719942364702</id><published>2012-01-11T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:01:44.030-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T22:01:44.030-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter Riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaggy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trail riding" /><title>Great Ride with a Friend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHthLWuKGC0/Tw5akV0zdwI/AAAAAAAAFzg/x-GAkyGTZtU/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHthLWuKGC0/Tw5akV0zdwI/AAAAAAAAFzg/x-GAkyGTZtU/s640/IMG_0309.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tuesday was a beautiful day out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today was sunny, no wind, with a high in the 60’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I posted on Facebook that today was going to be a great day to ride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a friend who texted me back and wanted to meet to ride. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But I still had racks and boxes, from the store, in the horse trailer. I told her that I would be riding the fields around my home and I would love to have her ride with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It gets lonely riding alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She came by noon, we were saddled and in the fields by 12:20!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We rode 11 miles in 3 hours, with the time flying by.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Within the first hour, we kicked out a herd of 5 deer, than about ½ mile away and across a road, we kicked out 12 more!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then about a ½ hour later, we saw 2 deer that seemed to be struggling to get through brush, and we wondered if they had been injured during hunting season.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We also saw some hawks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hawks do seem to be plentiful this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Normally, I trot a lot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I knew Shaggy wasn’t conditioned and would not last, for over 10 miles that we had planned, if I did too much trotting. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;3 hours of walking and some trotting was just fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We traveled around the fields, and we visited. It was nice to get to know someone, who I have known for years, better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did some extended trotting and some loping circles while Cindy walked or trotted on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We rode some areas that I haven’t ridden before, exploring some new fields while we had the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had a wonderful time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Chatting like old friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Topics moved easily from one to another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And before we knew it, we had only 20 minutes left to our ride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to go the long way, and get one more ½ mile of trotting in then finishing our ride in an easy walk back to the barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By the time we arrived back to the trailers, the horses were cooled down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I put Shag back into his lot and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cindy un-tacked and left.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got a cup of coffee and a snack, than unpacked some boxes from the horse trailer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want some books and clothes to draw damp over the next 2 wintery months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After that, I still had time to ride Duke, and took him to the field for an hour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t lunge him first, and it showed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing what 5 or 10 minutes on a lunge line will do for the attitude of a recently gelded stud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I finished my day with riding while the sun was setting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a beautifully orange sky, spreading horizontally across the prairie landscape.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The sun was bright until it set low enough that I could just watch the sky.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had that setting the whole time I was riding Duke.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This was a wonderful way to end a wonderful day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how many more of these days we will have until spring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-4892708719942364702?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/BZFSoJiclUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4892708719942364702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=4892708719942364702&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4892708719942364702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4892708719942364702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/BZFSoJiclUc/great-ride-with-friend.html" title="Great Ride with a Friend" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHthLWuKGC0/Tw5akV0zdwI/AAAAAAAAFzg/x-GAkyGTZtU/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-ride-with-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMMSHkzfip7ImA9WhRVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-1460734009810470463</id><published>2012-01-09T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:01:29.786-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T11:01:29.786-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Centered Riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loping" /><title>Muscle Memory</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGjLtMP920o/TwsbisUjjHI/AAAAAAAAFzI/dqlJ_6m6bzc/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGjLtMP920o/TwsbisUjjHI/AAAAAAAAFzI/dqlJ_6m6bzc/s640/IMG_0349.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've just been glancing through the Centered Riding Book 1, and this statement  caught my attention. "Changing old habits while riding".  Muscle Memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know we have  muscle memory. And what our muscles tell us, or do to us, as in whatever  position we hold, we think that is correct. Sometimes it is not, and we have to  re-learn the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was brought to my attention while I lope,  besides other areas. When I lope, I lean back a little. To me, that is correct.  When the instructor showed me where my body should be, I felt like I was leaning  over the horse's neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I'm changing my posture and balance, allowing  my hips to open, and finding that neutral pelvis point that will also keep my  legs under me, my upper body should improve. If my legs are forward, I'm leaning  back. If my legs go to far back, it pushes me too far forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ride a  lot in 2 point, and that has brought me into a better alignment. I have found  that balance point with my upper body, and I keep it when I sit. OR so I  thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tom took a few photos of me, which I posted on my Horses Are Our  Lives blog. Not of me riding, just sitting still. But when I was loping Duke, I  asked him where my alignment was, and guess what he told me? I was too far  back!!! Not as much as 2 years ago, but still back when I loped Duke!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But  I know why. That big boy has such a strong deep lope, he throws you back, even  if you are in motion with his lope. But then that meant I was still behind the  motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I went back to a little bit of 2 point and trotted him around. I  loped him and asked Tom how it looked. Better, but still a little bit  back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I know this when I canter, I make myself come a little  forward. I need to learn new muscle memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other area to remember  that if you do this, don't let your back arch. Come forward, then flatten your  lower back, keeping your seat bones in the seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your lower back will  thank you for this when you get done riding. You won't have a sore back if you  remember to flatten your lower back, let yourself sink deep into your seat (no  slumping), and then take a deep breath out and relax.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do it now, while  you're in a chair. You will like the feeling!&lt;br /&gt;
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"Embrace the  Journey!"&lt;br /&gt;
Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-1460734009810470463?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/FRoHjJk3RxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1460734009810470463/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=1460734009810470463&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1460734009810470463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1460734009810470463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/FRoHjJk3RxI/muscle-memory.html" title="Muscle Memory" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGjLtMP920o/TwsbisUjjHI/AAAAAAAAFzI/dqlJ_6m6bzc/s72-c/IMG_0349.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/muscle-memory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHQH84fip7ImA9WhRVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-8007733267981878564</id><published>2012-01-08T11:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:18:51.136-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T11:18:51.136-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Field Riding" /><title>Duke Rides the Field</title><content type="html">Saturday, January 7, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke is turning 15 this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I raised him and he became our farm stud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He and Finny had the same dam, Blackie, a granddaughter of Boston Mac.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Finny’s sire is Red Dee Hobby.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke’s sire is Good Asset.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They both were bred for the pleasure showing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They both are slow legged, deep hocked, with a strong, true lope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr95qj1o-Tw/TwnMRAJ2XZI/AAAAAAAAFto/JaXsglFtI7c/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr95qj1o-Tw/TwnMRAJ2XZI/AAAAAAAAFto/JaXsglFtI7c/s640/IMG_0326.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We rode Duke as a 2 year old, and showed him as a 3 or 4 year old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After many foals, and a few rides on him the past 10 years, I realized that the time was right to geld him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought of gelding him a few years ago, but then decided to breed one more time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I have 2 beautiful fillies, which will be my replacement mares.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know gelding at an older age has more complications, with increased risk of bleeding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke did very well, didn’t start swelling until day 3, then only swelled as much as younger horses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was to have a lot of exercise, and we had him in the indoor arena. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;After 3 days, we put him back into his pen, but he didn’t exercise himself as much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He started to get abdominal swelling, so during the following 3 or 4 days, we put him back into the &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, it will have been a month since his gelding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I may not get some of the behavior out of him, but now I’m riding him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll expect him to act like a gelding, which he is now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just hope that one day, he will be able to go in with the other horses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgSBicPJxYo/TwnMgk6ZMBI/AAAAAAAAFtw/ska1U48AfLM/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgSBicPJxYo/TwnMgk6ZMBI/AAAAAAAAFtw/ska1U48AfLM/s640/IMG_0330.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Duke is riding beautifully, after just 4 days of riding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The first day with the saddle on, I lunged him about 15 minutes, first in the indoor arena and then in the outdoor arena.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He could have cared less being in an area that the hadn’t seen much of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He wanted to buck a little, but being fat and out of shape, that didn’t last long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I put my helmet on and I rode him about ½ hour that first day, mostly at a trot and lope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He wanted to lope around and I left him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But he was too out of shape to do more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Day 2, I took him to the grassy area to lunge about 10 min, then rode him 15 min in the outdoor arena.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I rode him in the grassy area, then took him to the field. I only rode about 10 min in the field, just long enough for him to get used to the corn stubble and to see the culvert at the road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRYExB8vh3k/TwnPCGa2lnI/AAAAAAAAFt4/-u94MrzLumE/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRYExB8vh3k/TwnPCGa2lnI/AAAAAAAAFt4/-u94MrzLumE/s640/IMG_0345.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Day 3, repeat of day 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then we rode about ½ hour in the field, back and forth the corn rows and up and down the slight hill, getting used to different terrain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He’s learning to pick up his feet over the corn stubble.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Day 4, repeat of the previous days, except I went an hour to the field.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went over to the CRP land and rode the tree line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His trotting improved as I put him in an extended trot to trot the grassy area.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He acts like a broke trail horse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t startle as birds flew out of the trees.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He carefully walked over downed tree branches.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He perked his ears and went forward.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He rode beautifully by himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MX3TIputDc/TwnPR2sJ_iI/AAAAAAAAFuA/S8V4Yi0TSg0/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MX3TIputDc/TwnPR2sJ_iI/AAAAAAAAFuA/S8V4Yi0TSg0/s640/IMG_0349.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I may give Duke a break today. 4 days in a row after years of leisure, I may just give his legs a break today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have Savannah to take to the field as I have someone coming to look at her tomorrow!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I may take Shaggy out as he had yesterday off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know winter is coming, well it’s here, but we’re having beautiful weather.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think Thursday was 68, and that’s unheard of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But each day since, the temps have been dropping. Today is to be in the low 40’s, but I don’t know if it’s going to make it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This next week is supposed to be back in the high 40’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure the snow is going to hit us one day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-8007733267981878564?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/p8-BNpwW6f0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8007733267981878564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=8007733267981878564&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8007733267981878564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8007733267981878564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/p8-BNpwW6f0/duke-rides-field.html" title="Duke Rides the Field" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-81FUm0yPg/TwnMD31GGBI/AAAAAAAAFtg/iRgWsGn96Cs/s72-c/IMG_0334.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/duke-rides-field.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFSH46eyp7ImA9WhRWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-6543440000173592692</id><published>2012-01-06T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:05:19.013-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T11:05:19.013-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Field Riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaggy" /><title>Relaxed Shoulders and Thighs While Riding</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esNfCI1yrRQ/TwcovKvNigI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/JJARJ_OHPDE/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esNfCI1yrRQ/TwcovKvNigI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/JJARJ_OHPDE/s640/IMG_0312.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday while riding, I was able to have very relaxed shoulders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Normally, I think I ride relaxed, but when I think about it, in the past my shoulders used to be up or tight or tense.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Without me even realizing it, I rode with tension in the neck and shoulders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many of us ride like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought I rode relaxed until the Centered Riding and Alexander Technique instructors taught me to drop my shoulders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I rode Shaggy in the field, my shoulders were down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My arms were moving freer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even when I trotted and post, my shoulders stayed down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a great feeling to think about it while I was riding and to realize that my shoulders were relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Another Centered Riding tip that I was visualizing was that of Stubby Legs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This concept is a little harder for me to analyze and figure out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It became one that I could understand as I rode yesterday, and I felt what my legs were doing. Granted, my 2 horses are a little heavy, making their barrels a little rounder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My thighs did lay on the sides of the horse easier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While maintaining a grounded feeling in my feet, I rode with light contact with my thighs, allowing my thighs to move with the motion of the horse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the past, I think I stayed grounded in my seat, and my legs hung relaxed, but were not active.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’m maintaining a light contact, and not only moving my seat and hands as the horse moves (at the walk and canter, only elbows at the trot), my thighs are moving with the horse’s motion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I’m feeling it today, after 2 very active riding days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSRZ7u_Gi0s/Twco9OqizqI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2jqT71EhJsk/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSRZ7u_Gi0s/Twco9OqizqI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2jqT71EhJsk/s640/IMG_0302.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had just read an article in the Centered Riding Newsletter before going out to ride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“When Sally Swift taught us the Following Seat, she also talked about the Following Hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We should allow the reins to draw our hands forward. Our elbows straighten and bend to maintain consistent contact on the reins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A rider’s hands stay with the horse’s mouth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At the canter, the hands and seat follow the horse’s head and body forward during the 3 beats as the horse’s legs move and land again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The rider’s hip joints open and the elbows open.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The both bend again during the suspension phase. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The Following Hand is actually the following elbow!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is one of those “light bulb moments”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though I knew this, I finally “got it” yesterday while riding Duke.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He does not like a unforgiving grip on the reins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He does not want to be “held” in a frame.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was all over the place, high and low, with his neck and head, searching for that place of comfort. I know that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And with this article in my head, something finally clicked. I don’t have very much formal dressage training, just traditional horsemanship training where you don’t move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, over the last 2 ½ years, I have freed up my body to allow the joints to move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Finding correct posture and balance and letting go of tension that first year helped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Learning to allow my shoulders to move last year helped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But all the key pieces fell into place as I rode Duke yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke has only been ridden a few times in the last few years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was my farm stud and after his first 4 years of training and the show pen, he has sat for the last 10 years with minimal rides.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All the training is still there. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday he told me he needs a lighter hold.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, I finally understood exactly what that was and gave it to him. Like my 3 year old grandson says while watching on of his movies, Incredibles, Lightttttt Bulbbbbb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That light bulb was shining brighter as I kept a light constant contact on the reins, moving my arms, allowing the elbow to have more action.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The difference is subtle, as I was already following the walk and canter with my hands. The impact was huge, as I allowed the elbows to do the following, and my hands were just there. No tension in my body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke settled down and quit searching for that spot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I need more practice during his huge, deep canter, but what a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I also realize now why the CR instructors say I lean back at the lope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(and like everyone, I thought I was correct until shown the correct way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt like I was leaning forward when I am balanced.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After 2 years, that feels correct now).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But during Duke’s canter, his momentum kept throwing me back! I was leaning back. I was behind his motion, and I need to correct myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I went back down to the extended trot and 2 pointed. Then I cantered, keeping that forward feeling in my body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The balance is better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; light bulb moment was to understand why I learned to do something the way I used to be doing it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My body had responded to the horse’s motion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What my body responded to was momentum, but then I didn’t re-correct myself and go back to balance. I learned to ride there, thinking it was correct.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I know where balance is, and I need to remember to keep balancing myself as I ride his deep canter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a fun guy Duke is to ride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, I can’t wait to take dressage lessons and ride in my next CR clinic with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are on our way of understanding and learning the next layer of riding skills.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I will talk more about Duke soon, I promise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His story is coming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Part of it… he will be 15 this year!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-6543440000173592692?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/g-31WFbiS-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6543440000173592692/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=6543440000173592692&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6543440000173592692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6543440000173592692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/g-31WFbiS-A/relaxed-shoulders-and-thighs-while.html" title="Relaxed Shoulders and Thighs While Riding" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esNfCI1yrRQ/TwcovKvNigI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/JJARJ_OHPDE/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/relaxed-shoulders-and-thighs-while.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDR389eip7ImA9WhRWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-441371947771962383</id><published>2012-01-05T12:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:17:56.162-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T12:17:56.162-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Field Riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter Riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaggy" /><title>Shaggy's 1st Ride of the Season</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS1cuoSmX80/TwXiGlYF02I/AAAAAAAAFro/C3GILQcm9nA/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS1cuoSmX80/TwXiGlYF02I/AAAAAAAAFro/C3GILQcm9nA/s640/IMG_0297.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaggy, Wed, Jan 5th. 60 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Temps were in the low 60’s, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What a great first ride of the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know I was going to talk about Duke today, but I didn’t get any riding photos of him, so I’ll do him tomorrow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I did get photos of Shaggy at the trailer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I took a few field shots.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though everything is so brown, it was nice to be out. It really did feel like a spring day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was very warm here in NE for January, with almost no wind. I was down to a long sleeve T and a hoody, and was almost too warm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My fleece lined jeans didn’t help, but I’m not wearing those today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I groomed Shaggy, saddled, moved him around a few minutes to breathe so I could tighten the girth and got on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went right to the field.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With being so busy at the store, and no ride time since maybe late Oct/early Nov, he was a good boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He put on some weight though, and it made me appreciate the feeling of “draping your leg” around the horse, as it’s so much easier to do on a fat horse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the fields.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He wanted to trot so I left him. He was ears perked and going.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I rode in 2 point most of his trotting. In a few harvested bean fields, I asked for slower speed to work on posting, thinking of my Center floating up and out, lightly and easily. He makes posting easy, with his long, deep strides.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His momentum pushes you out of the saddle effortlessly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I did work on a few things for a very short time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I realized, while trotting down the rows of a harvested corn field, that the corn stubble helps to keep the horse straight. If he doesn’t stay straight, then he’s catching himself on stubble.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Shag has a natural straight way of going, so it is easy to work him on a straight away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the bean fields, you can see the rows, but there is none of the stubble restrictions or hazards, so traveling through these fields, the rider needs to stay more active.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I thought that the same feeling should be true for the corn stubble field. Stay active and stay straight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Shag did pretty well staying light and straight at the trot through the beans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then we were in an open bean field, and the rows weren’t quite so defined.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were also trotting parallel to a tree line. Shag was a little focused on the tree line and birds fluttering around in there then going straight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I was more involved, posting with my Center and being light, but concentrating on his head and shoulders staying straight while maintaining light contact with elbows bending as I posted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were in work mode for that field.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His trot needs to be a little slower and we need work on the extension, and that will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the ride was just a “let’s just ride” mode.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trot, loped some, and walked when he got winded or starting to sweat. I did canter one short grassy area and was a little over 19 mph.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A little while later, on top of a grassy hill, I left him run another short distance, and I think we were at 22 or 23 mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdy6ihKUlOQ/TwXlbkRtjqI/AAAAAAAAFs4/Dw0Fg1MdAcM/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdy6ihKUlOQ/TwXlbkRtjqI/AAAAAAAAFs4/Dw0Fg1MdAcM/s640/IMG_0313.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I’m having a hard time getting my Garmin to download on Garmin Connect, as I have other rides that weren’t downloaded previously, and it is taking forever to load.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tried to download just that ride, but for some reason, can’t find how to select just that 1 ride. The program wants me to select all of the past rides that haven’t been downloaded. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m going to delete everything out of the GPS and start over.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll try to ride the same way today and post what I get.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know I rode him for 6.1 miles in 1 hour 20 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZxwNz_PpRA/TwXln92WelI/AAAAAAAAFtA/sUt_ixKZhD8/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZxwNz_PpRA/TwXln92WelI/AAAAAAAAFtA/sUt_ixKZhD8/s640/IMG_0314.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I rode Duke after and I’ll post about his ride and todays ride next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Have a great ride and I hope the sun is shining for you, too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-441371947771962383?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/Bu9ILi-Gbjs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/441371947771962383/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=441371947771962383&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/441371947771962383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/441371947771962383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/Bu9ILi-Gbjs/shaggys-1st-ride-of-season.html" title="Shaggy's 1st Ride of the Season" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS1cuoSmX80/TwXiGlYF02I/AAAAAAAAFro/C3GILQcm9nA/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaggys-1st-ride-of-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGRn84fip7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-3645468630679462128</id><published>2012-01-04T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:33:47.136-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T11:33:47.136-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What Do We Need" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy New Year" /><title>New Year Thoughts</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pj9B29SOrM/TwSMWJvHUwI/AAAAAAAAFrU/EmkfAsq0rVA/s1600/Duke+3+year+old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pj9B29SOrM/TwSMWJvHUwI/AAAAAAAAFrU/EmkfAsq0rVA/s320/Duke+3+year+old.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;Duke as&amp;nbsp;a 3 year old, he's 15 now. I'll post more about him tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have made some promises to myself for the year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The first was to ride as many days as I could, weather permitting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve yet to start riding, but the sun is out and it’s going to be a beautiful day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m riding today!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know others rode on New Year’s and the day after, but the wind was terrible on New Year’s and I had family plans the next day. Then yesterday was pleasant, but a little chilly, and I was just too tired to do too much. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I did almost nothing, even though I tried. I was just tired from moving the clothing and tack back home after closing the store for holiday shoppers on Saturday. We traveled to CO twice for the holidays, which I loved. I worked 6 days a week &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the first 2 weeks of Dec, we had 2 grandchildren birthdays, and yesterday was my first day I was home alone. I was ready to do nothing. I did a few things, but it didn’t account for much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today, I’m in overdrive, as I’m doing household expenses, store expenses and reports, blogging, bills, planning CTR’s and vacations, drinking coffee, and just feeling better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Second, I want to exercise/yoga/pilates/ whatever more this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t care what exercise, but something more than horse chores.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The middle age “middle” is beginning to happen and I don’t like it. I’ve been wanting to get an elliptical machine, as that helps movement in all the joints, which goes hand in hand with my Centered Riding. I’ve yet to start exercising this year, but I did put a week in at the gym before Christmas. I love Groupons and Living Social coupons. I got a membership for me and my hubby, only paying $19 each for unlimited usage.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It will get expensive if we don’t start using it again. I have 10 more days left so I better start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Third, I want to work on being more gracious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You know, the kind of lady that just smiles and is gracious to people around her, no matter what the situation or environment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She smiles, says things are fine or welcome, takes you by the hand, and makes you feel welcomed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I’ve only seen this done well in movies, but that is the type of person that I want to be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No matter what happens to me or around me, I smile and say, well, everything is going to be ok, or so nice of you to be here too, or everything will work out. And things usually are fine or work out, but it’s nice to have someone nice around you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I’m not sure how I’ll do but at least it’s a thought in my head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And maybe, if I stop and think, that thought will pop out and put some nice words in my head to say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here’s hoping, anyways!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, I want to get back to blogging every day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even if it’s just hello and what are you doing?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or put across an inspirational saying that I came across on Facebook, or start reading the bible or other inspirational/personal growth books more and put out a saying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy doing this blogging as it gets my thoughts out of my head to make room for all of those nice sayings that I’m suppose to have.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I found that as I worked on my chat, Horses Are Our Lives, I blogged less. I want to incorporate the 2, and what we talk about on the chat, I’ll blog more about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Like right now, we’ve gone through the Centered Riding Book 1, each chapter at a time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve outlined the chapter, gave my thoughts, and others posted their thoughts to discuss. I’ve decided to post each chapter and thoughts here too, starting next week, and go through Books 1 and 2. If I talk about the exercises, by the time spring rolls around, we will know them, understand them, and ready to implement them and practice the while we ride. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So I missed blogging each day already, but I’ve made up for it today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sunday, Jan 1. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Happy New Years. We had pork and sauerkraut for supper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is our traditional Pennsylvanian good luck meal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Friends came for New Years Eve, keeping us up until 2:30!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The kids and mom stayed over and Hubby cooked us scrapple, hash browns and egg, ham and cheese omelet for breakfast.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Friends left, and hubby and I finished watching a movie, as it was too late to go to church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I need to rest a little longer, but then watched the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; movie, Last of the Dogmen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just love that movie!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was feeling really tired, but horse water tanks needed filled, and horses needed to be grained. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I made myself go outside to help. And I’m so glad I did. I felt so much better once I was in the nice, crisp cool weather. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Monday, Jan 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Still a holiday. Family came to watch the Penn State Football Bowl game.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;First, they helped me unpack some of the trailer, and we brought in all the hanging clothes that were left over from the store.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My basement looks like a store now!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We snacked on a meat and cheese tray and a veggie tray.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had pork sandwiches for supper. And then it was time for showers and to relax. The days go by too fast sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tuesday, Jan 3.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My first day home alone in a long time. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And I was tired. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve already talked about that. I should have just laid down on the couch and read a book and napped (which I never do, except for Sundays when the weather is terrible out). I did a few things, but nothing worthwhile blogging about. LOL&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby started a new job, so the highlight of my day was hearing how excited he was talking about what he will do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And he brought Chinese take-out home for dinner, and that made the day better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today, Jan 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve started my blogging promise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve starting thinking about how and what to say to be gracious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve made the promise to ride this afternoon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I’m to meet hubby after 5 to go exercise. The day is off to a great start. I hope the sun shines all winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I've pictured Duke above. I plan on riding him a lot more this year. I'll post about him tomorrow. Have a great day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Caden's birthday is the 26th, and his party was the Friday night after.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cake was designed as a robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNT4W9rYa_o/TwMO-4fyByI/AAAAAAAAFqI/66rcWqcs-wM/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNT4W9rYa_o/TwMO-4fyByI/AAAAAAAAFqI/66rcWqcs-wM/s640/IMG_0255.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he had robot decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwhgLu-RqwM/TwMPNHWAcuI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/UK4UbLRup0k/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwhgLu-RqwM/TwMPNHWAcuI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/UK4UbLRup0k/s640/IMG_0257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pop and I got him Toy Story Woody and Buzz figurines.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFycBC1ukoQ/TwMPvX4Z2mI/AAAAAAAAFqk/ubl-GmKr9n4/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFycBC1ukoQ/TwMPvX4Z2mI/AAAAAAAAFqk/ubl-GmKr9n4/s640/IMG_0267.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Pop gave him a hat with a flashlight attached!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3eQk7Cz9J0/TwMP84PvVCI/AAAAAAAAFqs/DzYw2wKQCFc/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3eQk7Cz9J0/TwMP84PvVCI/AAAAAAAAFqs/DzYw2wKQCFc/s640/IMG_0275.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caden was ready to blow out his candles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9it6QvYpByw/TwMQetvG38I/AAAAAAAAFq4/NWuiC99U08c/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9it6QvYpByw/TwMQetvG38I/AAAAAAAAFq4/NWuiC99U08c/s640/IMG_0288.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and eat his cake!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAWtUsKIx0M/TwMQrxMPUiI/AAAAAAAAFrA/wvG-8DVaXCU/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAWtUsKIx0M/TwMQrxMPUiI/AAAAAAAAFrA/wvG-8DVaXCU/s640/IMG_0289.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby brother Tyler hung out awhile&amp;nbsp;with Grandma.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh3s8l9F80Q/TwMQ423MrTI/AAAAAAAAFrI/XO3t_TYXiUI/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh3s8l9F80Q/TwMQ423MrTI/AAAAAAAAFrI/XO3t_TYXiUI/s640/IMG_0292.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-8214634948400589853?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/6InRDEw1wdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8214634948400589853/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=8214634948400589853&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8214634948400589853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8214634948400589853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/6InRDEw1wdo/cadens-3rd-birthday.html" title="Caden's 3rd Birthday" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLJNOrZk5jU/TwMGEZF-LuI/AAAAAAAAFoU/EaCsDPIHOpI/s72-c/IMG_3077+cropped+3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/01/cadens-3rd-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AERnYyeyp7ImA9WhRVEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-1158877949453527879</id><published>2012-01-02T23:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:35:07.893-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T17:35:07.893-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Makenzie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Christmas in Colorado</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makenzie is excited that Grandma and Pop came to visit her at Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKUPuUO4sPw/Tv0-vYs6pmI/AAAAAAAAFj4/wVCn0WOnJ78/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKUPuUO4sPw/Tv0-vYs6pmI/AAAAAAAAFj4/wVCn0WOnJ78/s640/IMG_0170.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We played in the snow and swung on our belly!&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;
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Makenzie is excited to see presents!&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at presents with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight is the night of our Dear Saviour’s birth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even my 3 year old granddaughter, who just had her 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; birthday 2 weeks ago, knows that tomorrow is Jesus’ birthday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, Makenzie seems like a big girl, and sometimes, she seems like she is still a toddler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But no matter what her age, she knows the Christmas story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas Eve services are traditional. And I love traditions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas decorations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas trees.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas carols.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas Eve service. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas with family. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas cookies and pies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Homemade Christmas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas is about love, peace, joy and hope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus brings all of this to us. Not in presents, but in His presence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not in crowds, but in a child’s laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not in busy-ness of the Christmas season with cards, and cooking, and traveling, but taking that time and enjoying family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And not with what is, but with what is to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We find this love, peace, joy and hope when we are with people who think the same Christian way as us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Who go out of their way to be friendly and outgoing and accepting of who you are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need to find that in the people who we chose to be our friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need to do as Jesus did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need to befriend those who want to be our friends, even though their ways are unacceptable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Through Christian love, we can show others the true meaning of being a follower of Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We need to find the peace within us to spread that peace to others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Only then, can we truly spread Jesus’ words to others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Peace within our souls, hope to move on to what we need to do, of what God calls us to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The joy of sharing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The joy of doing what God intended for us to do to be truly happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And the LOVE of doing for others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The LOVE of doing what we truly LOVE to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And only through God’s LOVE do we truly understand the meaning of Christmas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The baby Jesus who was born to us, in the City of David, a long, long time ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A stable with cows, and sheep, and I pray, horses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And as you go to your Christmas Eve services and to your Christmas morning services, feel the love of the Christ Child warm your hearts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Feel his peace and love, and spread that to others around you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spread the hope of the coming New Year that God has planned for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The baby Jesus brings us the peace of the Christmas season that we are looking for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an email that I just sent to a friend, because she lost a special horse:&lt;br /&gt;
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I just read on  HT's that you are having a hard time and I am so, so sorry for your sorrow.   Right now, tears are streaming down my face as I think about how much your heart  hurts, and as I think about Finny.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is that you will hurt for a  long time, so cry as often as you can.  &lt;br /&gt;
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You will hurt for a long time and I  think everyone needs something different to get over this hurt. I can't get over  all the pain, and every time I think about this, my chest tightens, and there is  a big lump in my throat, and my eyes water or there are tears. Finny is gone  over 2 years now. And it hurts.  Very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_13242587794372033" style="right: auto;"&gt;And it's ok to hurt,  and to cry. And only you will know when it's time to say... &amp;nbsp; I need to get over  this and move on. Pets die. Horses die. People die. We all know this.  But we  hurt so much when we lose those special ones.  I've just now told myself to move  on and get a horse who will make me happy.  I've just started looking at the  rest of my own horses differently, as they do make me smile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_13242587794373483" style="right: auto;"&gt;I think I'll always be  sad because Finny died. And now tears are really streaming down my face.  My  heart hurts so much because he is gone.  I know how much your heart hurts.  and  I'm so, so  sorry that you have to go through this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_13242587794374190" style="right: auto;"&gt;But God gives us these  special horses for a reason, and then he takes them home to be in his special  stable.  I'm praying that the angels are riding Finny and Red and Ginger, and  all the others who have gone before them, and are enjoying them very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_13242587794374988" style="right: auto;"&gt;Maybe  a little girl is  up in Heaven, with that special horse that she has always wanted.  And now I'm  smiling, and my heart doesn't hurt.  I'm smiling as I see Finny loping across  those heavenly clouds with a little girl on his back, and she is laughing. Maybe  you can have a special thought of Red in Heaven with a new special owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_13242587794375992" style="right: auto;"&gt;Please call if you ever  need to.  Many of us understand.  We will all go through this because there are  many of us with a special horse who have left us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Now as I think more about this, this is what has helped me to get over Finny:&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe what&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;going through will help someone else.&amp;nbsp; God has put this hurt in my heart and soul for a reason, and I pray that I can help someone else.&amp;nbsp; Why else would we hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many of us that hurt like this when we lose our special horse.&amp;nbsp; That really hasn't helped me to get over the pain, just to realize that many others understand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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God wouldn't want me have this sorrow forever and to&amp;nbsp;not share my love of horses and of riding by not riding.&amp;nbsp; And by not being excited about horses.&amp;nbsp; This is what is helping me the most.&amp;nbsp; God would want me to move on and to keep my love of horses alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie, The Christmas Hope, is on and it's about a mother and father who lost their son 2 years ago (in the movie). The Grandmother just told the mother that she can choose joy or despair, and to choose joy.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is what I am going through, and everyone else who has lost a horse.&amp;nbsp; We need to choose how we feel.&amp;nbsp; And all at once, I don't feel sad, and I don't have tears, and all I'm hearing on the tv is to have joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many angels around us.&amp;nbsp; God speaks to us in so many different ways.&amp;nbsp; It's been 2 years since hubby and I have gone to church regularly (and not because of Finny).&amp;nbsp; We have a deep belief.&amp;nbsp; Today we went to church.&amp;nbsp; And now God is speaking to me through this friend and through this movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I know is it is time to move on, to choose to love horses, to choose to ride, to choose to help others learn.&amp;nbsp; That is what I need to do.&amp;nbsp; I think Finny would want me to keep riding, even if it isn't him.&amp;nbsp; He would want me to continue where we ended.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had the thought the other day that I will continue what Finny and I were doing, and take that training and move on to the next young horses.&amp;nbsp; I will work with other horses with what I've learned from riding Finny, but more importantly, what Finny has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;
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God is with us and guiding us through our sorrow.&amp;nbsp; He will show us the way out and the way to happiness, to contentment, and to peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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May the spirit of the Christmas Season be with you ... forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-6243902754769929347?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/MIhUr6mscA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6243902754769929347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=6243902754769929347&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6243902754769929347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6243902754769929347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/MIhUr6mscA8/when-friend-hurts-because-they-lost.html" title="When a Friend Hurts Because They Lost a Horse" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WF6ROpU3Lkw/Tu6bsegcWEI/AAAAAAAAFgg/5C5qhgE86fw/s72-c/Head+shot.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-friend-hurts-because-they-lost.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCR305eSp7ImA9WhRXEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-6255910054583658527</id><published>2011-12-17T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:54:26.321-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-17T22:54:26.321-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graduation" /><title>Our Most Recent Graduate</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Micah graduated from college last night. He majored in Land Surveying and Civil Engineering.&amp;nbsp; He is going to work full time for the company that he interned with theis summer.&amp;nbsp; In this economy, that is great that he has a job right out of college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the tie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby, Micah and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amber, Micah and Big Brother Jacob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of graduates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations, Micah.&amp;nbsp; We are proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh, yeah, a little bit of something different lets you know where you are not in shape.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hubby and I went to Snap Fitness today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just love their machines.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They have really good equipment that will work every muscle in your body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just ask my upper back muscles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, don’t have those memorized yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and the ab machine is going to hurt the body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That is the area that needs to decrease in size.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Did you know that you are to alternate using the upper body machines (chest and arms) and the lower body machines (legs), but you can use the ab machine every day?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess that is a good thing, as I need to lose about 2” of something that happened to my middle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think I’m in shape.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All we did today was 10 reps on each machine, just to get the weight that would be where we would work from.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then about 3 hours later, my upper back muscles started to tell me that they were stressed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My legs are strong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My arms need some work.&amp;nbsp; Not my arms, but my pushing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How can that be when we work these horses, lunging these saddles, throwing this hay, and we are at 5# on some of these weights?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Do I need to say… wimpy, wimpy, wimpy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It makes me feel good when I can do 50- over 100# on the leg machines!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-4317908319722716511?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/f2LeMWToEsc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4317908319722716511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=4317908319722716511&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4317908319722716511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4317908319722716511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/f2LeMWToEsc/exercise-and-sore-muscles.html" title="Exercise and Sore Muscles" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/exercise-and-sore-muscles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADRHY7eyp7ImA9WhRQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-3170127902227678019</id><published>2011-12-14T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:26:15.803-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T23:26:15.803-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dressage" /><title>Duke</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.messickquarterhorses.com/images/dukeside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click for a larger image" border="0" height="449" src="http://www.messickquarterhorses.com/images/dukesidetn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Duke is my 14 year old stud, a 1997 bay by Blues Grand Lady “Blackie”, a mare that is a daughter of Boston Blue Boy and a granddaughter of Boston Mac.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His sire is Good Asset, a son of Zippos Mr Good Bar and a grandson of Zippo Pine Bar. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;On the maternal side of the stud’s lineage, he goes back to Miss Rebel Rita and Top Rebel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On the dam side, his maternal side out of Grand Lady by Grand Duke by Gold Mount.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Duke was a wonderful weanling, yearling, and 2 year old. I started riding him as a 2 year old, and he was so easy to start and ride. He was so well mannered. That year, we kept him in with a pen with geldings to keep him socialized with horses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The year Duke turned 3, he found his testosterone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He went to a trainer for Quarter Horse Hunt Seat training. He traveled slow enough to go western, but his long legs made him pass every other horse in the arena, giving the perception that he was going too fast.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was just traveling true, but with forward impulsion, not what you saw 10 years ago and still not what you see today. When will that western pleasure world change?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Anyways, he was shown in Hunt Seat, in Open and Amateur classes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sara was out of her youth years, and showed and placed with him in her Amateur classes. I wished we knew then, what we know now, because I think we could have gone so much further with him. Isn’t that always the case?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Duke became our stud, and we started breeding our mares, who were by Deck of Stars. We bred to a few other of our mares, as well as to some outside mares.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then the market crashed, and I started breeding every 2 or every 3 years. Two of the 3 kids were out of college and married, and the 3&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; was beginning college. My helpers were out of the house. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do all the winter and summer work by myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;100 degrees to 0 degrees work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a difference in temps. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to have a lot of young horses to start by myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Throughout the years, I rode Duke off and on, a few times each year. I love his big lope. He is so deep in his stride. And it is so smooth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I look at him now, at age 14, except for his thicker stud neck, his conformation is perfect. For a tall, 16 hand horse, he has a relatively short back for his size.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When he lopes, it’s amazing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And I should start riding him more. He is very responsive. I feel good when I ride him. He makes riding easier. He probably is the horse I’ve enjoyed riding the most, even more than Finny and Shaggy. I was going to geld him a few years ago, but then I wouldn’t have my 3 year old Duster and the 2 weanlings, Dove and Fawn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now, I am done having foals for a while. I have enough young horses. And that is the reason I’ve decided to geld him now. Duke went to the vet on Monday. He is my gelding now. I look forward to riding him with my Centered Riding principles and in Dressage lessons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I hope the testosterone leaves his body and mind. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The vet says to correct him for every little bit of bad manners.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We started that on the day after his gelding. On the day of his gelding, he laid down and slept, all laid out like a newborn foal. The next day, there was very little swelling, and he was ready to move! I think he is going to heal fast. I have my Dressage horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-3170127902227678019?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/En57IqQlKXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3170127902227678019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=3170127902227678019&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3170127902227678019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3170127902227678019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/En57IqQlKXU/duke.html" title="Duke" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/duke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MESHY9fSp7ImA9WhRQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-8551965358289304802</id><published>2011-12-09T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:43:29.865-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T09:43:29.865-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pigs" /><title>Pigs go to Market</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last day with the pigs was&amp;nbsp;last Thursday.&amp;nbsp;Look how big they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of grain those last couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fG4N38FQaVY/TuIf4cC1aNI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/ZvF_JuNdaS4/s1600/IMG_3087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fG4N38FQaVY/TuIf4cC1aNI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/ZvF_JuNdaS4/s640/IMG_3087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of porkchops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and lots of hams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weanlings got used to seeing the pigs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom and Mike herding up the pigs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of the pen, heading to the trailer. Only 1 pigs got on top of the hay bales!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pigs spend the night in the trailer, before their ride to the meat locker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll have lots of pork, sausage and ham next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Freshly smoked&amp;nbsp;Christmas Ham!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-8551965358289304802?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/jGEAptOaJ3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8551965358289304802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=8551965358289304802&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8551965358289304802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8551965358289304802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/jGEAptOaJ3c/pigs-go-to-market.html" title="Pigs go to Market" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcPxEl-CFJ8/TuIcQqto9bI/AAAAAAAAFdo/nj3EIkflz2U/s72-c/IMG_3079.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/pigs-go-to-market.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMSHY5cCp7ImA9WhRRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-7657217030402796610</id><published>2011-12-03T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:06:29.828-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T22:06:29.828-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tractor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow" /><title>First Snow</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjXsK5Xv3kA/TtrqB_HS4ZI/AAAAAAAAFcI/kpJcGpBMo6s/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjXsK5Xv3kA/TtrqB_HS4ZI/AAAAAAAAFcI/kpJcGpBMo6s/s640/IMG_0008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Our first snow of the year came yesterday, all day yesterday. First, the precipitation came in the form of 40 degrees and rain. Then temps started dropping and the rain got thicker. For a while, what came down melted. Then it started sticking to the car, then to the roads, and by evening, I think we got at least 5”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I came home from town and the roads were slushy. With temps just at 32 degrees, the roads were just getting slick. I drove slower, and there sure are a lot of poor drivers out there. They just need to pass, then are only slightly in front of you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I get home and hubby and I head out to do chores.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We only had about an hour before dusk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We wanted to open up the stud’s area to make it larger and to get him into a lean-to. That meant we had to move his water tank to an area closer to an electrical outlet for the water heater.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, the water in the tank was low enough to dump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We left the dogs outside during this time, to play in the snow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We fork hay back into the round bale feeders, and by doing so it’s amazing how much hay is saved. When hubby went to fork the large lot, he came back to say they needed another round bale. Great, now we are fighting dark.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We switched the bucket on the tractor to the spear, hubby gets a round bale and I opened the gates. I should have known the horses were a little hungry by the way they were running around. But their feeder still had some hay, so I think the cooler air and snow was making all of them feel “like young kids” again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We actually put out 2 round bales, and we’ve learned to put them end to end. Then we put 2 empty round bale feeders on each of the other ends so that the horses don’t pull out too much hay and stomped it into the snow, mud, whatever. So actually, there are 4 round bale feeders in a row, with the middle 2 feeders with the new round bales in and the end 2 feeders are empty. Then we fork the loose hay into the end feeders. Horses are happier that they are spread out to eat hay and we are happier when there isn’t so much waste.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though it’s a little bit of work once or twice a day, our round bales last a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m sure tomorrow, hubby will see just how easy our snow removal will be. Our driveway can be filled with snow now, but we won’t have to shovel by hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-7657217030402796610?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/OJFvCKbXHtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7657217030402796610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=7657217030402796610&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/7657217030402796610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/7657217030402796610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/OJFvCKbXHtI/first-snow.html" title="First Snow" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjXsK5Xv3kA/TtrqB_HS4ZI/AAAAAAAAFcI/kpJcGpBMo6s/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-snow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FQ34yfyp7ImA9WhRRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-2210659372687184657</id><published>2011-12-03T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:10:12.097-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T22:10:12.097-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Makenzie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Jumpin for a Birthday Party</title><content type="html">We had a great Thanksgiving weekend, which besides that Holiday, was&amp;nbsp;also Christmas time for the kids as this would be the only time everyone will be together. And we also have 2 toddler birthdays, so Birthday Party time also.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to a bounce house called Jumpin. The 3 year olds, Makenzie and Caden&amp;nbsp;had so much fun!&amp;nbsp;Afterwards, we went to Build a Bear, since&amp;nbsp;Uncle Micah bought them gift cards as a present. Makenzie got a Rainbow Bear "Rapunzel"&amp;nbsp;and Caden got a German Shepherd "Super Dog". &lt;br /&gt;
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SO much fun and so many smiles and giggles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler hung out with Aunt Sara.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for Build a Bear!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makenzie has a Rainbow Bear being stuffed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caden has a German Shepherd Puppy being stuffed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler hangs out and just keeps chewing on his toys!&lt;br /&gt;
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SO many choices of outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dressing Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wednesday morning, Grandma was watching Makenzie and Caden, while Sara and Jake went to work, and Pop and Micah went to look at a car, and Jacob, Amber and Tyler went to old town.&amp;nbsp; I spent a wonderful 2 hours watching and playing outside at the swing set. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;
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