Oof. I think that sitting trot thing is harder on the back than it used to be. I'm trying to remember how long ago it was that I never posted, I only sat the trot. It was back when Playboy was in good riding shape. That would make it.. twelve years ago? Yeah. My back noticed the twelve years of no sitting trot.
I can do the trot no problem, it's afterward that I feel it. That old degenerative disk disease rears its ugly head. I can feel the muscles seizing up in my back.
Still, it feels good when I do it, and I am certainly happy that Pluto is learning to do his part. It was aggravating the first N years that the only trot he knew how to do was the super high, super lurchy one. There was no sitting that. Now he will consent to do a small quantity of a trot that I can sit.
At yoga tonight I was hoping to stretch out my various riding parts and it mostly worked, but I somehow got a cramp in my calf. I think it was because she told us to point our toes for something. All it's every really taken for me to get a cramp is for me to point my toes really hard, and then BOOM big old knot in the muscle of my calf.
Before yoga, I raced home and finished seam sealing my tent. I think that by the time I'm ready to sack out, it should be pretty much dry. I hope to sleep in it tonight to see if I'm comfortable in it. I'm concerned that I might feel claustrophobic, since it's one of those tents that comes to a point at either end. If I do, I guess I'll be ebaying that as well. Since I sewed on some tabs myself, it looks kind of amateur in places. Not to mention my stellar seamsealing job.
So, I hope, I am happy with the tent because it would be somewhat embarrassing to have to describe the defects I created in an ad.
Off I go to fish out my sleeping pad and sleeping bag. And ear plugs. Stupid road noise.