Show Sores

Jenny and I made it to Karin’s show on Saturday.  It was big fun, despite my suffering from a number of physical aliments.

Now, I know it’s unmanly to openly discuss one’s maladies.  Actually, it’s more man-like to drop subtle hints or provide “inadvertent” evidence of whatever happens to be wrong with you. That way, you get double credit: once for being tough enough to keep going despite the injury and once for not whining about it.

The problem with this should be obvious.  If you’re too subtle, the injury might not get noticed and all the suffering is for nothing. In this case, Full Disclosure becomes your best bet. This can be justified as a public service if you’re using yourself as an example in The House of the Rising Sun sort of way:


Don’t let your children

Do what I have done

With this in mind, I’m going provide a short list of my horse show afflictions. In hopes that others will learn from my mistakes, of course.

First, I had some kind cold virus going that day. Felt like I had been run over by an angry UPS truck.  Now, there’s not much you can do about a cold virus. Actually, washing your hands is the best prevention. So kids, make sure you wash your hands after… well, everything. And before everything too.

Second, I was suffering from some major stiffness after my lesson on Thursday. Learning to post at the trot puts considerable strain on the leg muscles. And if you don’t stretch before, you pay later.  And later for me is normally the day after the day after my lesson – which happened to be Saturday. I couldn’t the mount the darn horse without assistance.

Prior to my next lesson, I am going to actually make the effort and do some proper stretching.

Finally, because I’ve been doing my lessons in jeans – despite repeated warnings from experienced quarters not to do this – my legs are all beat to hell.  And of course, on Saturday the friction from my jeans on these open sores was, well, a little distracting.

I’m never impressed when people post photos of their wounds on the Internet.  Often, I’m not even sure what body part is being represented and I wonder if maybe they’re doing something wrong. However, I’m doing this as a public service and I hope these body parts here are easily identified:

So how did I do at the show? Well, first of all, unlike Karin’s show in August, I had to go head to head with other riders out of my age group (actually I don’t think there was anyone within three age groups of mine). So, yes, I got slaughtered.

I’ll have more about the show next time, but for now I just want to make it clear that I realize I got trounced in the show ring because I ride bad in any case and not because of my aliments.

Not only that, but I feel a little ashamed talking about my physical problems when after all, we had judge who had no hands. Talk about a trooper.

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8 thoughts on “Show Sores

  1. Yes, Bob – You need some riding britches! One of my Western-riding buddies put it off until his legs were bleeding. He didn’t want any of those “sissy pants.” After riding in the sissy pants once, he was a convert!
    Glad to see you’re wearing a helmet!
    There’s nothing like getting your ego slaughtered at a horse show, is there? Horses are great for teaching us humility.

  2. As a friend of mine likes to say, “In horseback riding, I know that you’re going to break your arm.” I’ve heard of all sorts of mishaps, and personally I’ve gotten some nice deep bone bruising. Once across my arm (my arm looked and felt very odd for quite a while there), and once on (in?) my knee. Though those rub spots do look like they would sting.

    Can’t wait to hear more about the show!

  3. If you really can’t handle the thought of wearing breeches, why don’t you look into getting some riding jeans? They still won’t be as comfortable as wearing breeches would be, but you shouldn’t end up with sores or rubs.

    Worth a try, right? :)

  4. This is a rookie mistake! Get a pair of ‘cowboy pants’ and stop the whining. ‘Cowboy pants’ are Wrangler 11MWZ – the seam is on the outside, the rivets are smooth so they won’t scratch your saddle, the ‘seat’ adjusts to the saddle so we don’t see your ‘plumbing parts.’ Don’t wear jeans designed for mining, wear jeans designed by and for a real cowboy. You can find these at Tractor Supply, Wal-Mart or online at Good luck!

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