Throwback Thursday: Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups
The call comes from your instructor (or maybe you’re just really masochistic motivated): “drop your irons.” And at first you’re like: okay, I got this. Yeah. I’m awesome! I’m so strong and balanced! Half a lap around the arena you’re like, By now your legs are really burning. Maybe your instructor is giggling gleefully in the middle … More Throwback Thursday: Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups






