Not really necessary?
Equestrians are a unique breed. We spend insane amounts of time, money, and energy making sure that thousand-plus-pound flight animals don’t kill themselves all so we can ride them around and dote on them. If you’re not part of the indoctrinated, it seems pretty ludicrous.
I get it.
And I also get that many of my non-horsie friends don’t understand what it is we actually do when riding. Nevertheless, the next schmuck who feels the need to tell me riding isn’t a sport is getting put on the youngest, most rank beast I can find and sent out for a likely-less-than-eight-second-spin.
Morgane Schmidt Gabriel is a 33-year-old teacher/artist/dressage trainer/show announcer/ who still hasn’t quite decided what she wants to be when she grows up. A native Floridian, she now lives in Reno, NV, where she’s been able to confirm her suspicion that snow is utterly worthless. Though she has run the gamut of equestrian disciplines, her favorite is dressage. She was recently able to complete her USDF bronze and silver medals and is currently working on her gold. Generally speaking her life is largely ruled by Woody, a 14.2 hand beastly quarter horse, Willie, a now beastly 7-year-old Dutch gelding, and Stormy, her friend’s nearly all white paint gelding with a penchant for finding every mud hole and pee spot in existence. Visit her website at www.theideaoforder.com.