At work we have these annual outings.
This year, we went to a place that had, amongst other things, horseback riding.
There was also golfing which has no appeal for me and some kind of ‘sports athalon’ thing that seemed too energetic for me.
Horseback riding seemed more relaxing if a bit dull.

Before starting out, Pam texted me: “Don’t fall off the horse”

As we approached a hill, my horse, Harley, started going fast.
The next thing that I knew was that I was falling to my left.
My right foot was caught in the stirrup.
Then my shoe flew off my foot and I went down to the ground.
Now I was on my back with my left foot still in the stirrup.
The horse was still going fast and I was being dragged beside it.
I was thinking dark and unpleasant thoughts at this time.
While this seemed to last some time, it was probably only 1 or 2 horsesteps before my foot was released.

I got up, somewhat dazed, and started obsessing about finding my missing shoe.
People were asking if I was OK.
I wasn’t sure.
I wasn’t feeling any particular pain.
But, I figured that if I was walking around then I must be OK.

I got back on the horse and listened to the staff argue about which of them to blame.
I was the second one in this trip to fall off his horse. (Jim can write his own blog).
We finished the ride going no faster than ‘mosey’

I texted to Pam: “I’m fine. Didn’t listen. Fell off horse”
Pam to me: “Next time, listen”

On the shuttle bus back to our cars, Jim suggested that maybe I should have gone golfing instead.
I said “Falling off a horse is still better than golfing”
That seemed like a good facebook status, so I posted it.