Yowsah... Valentine's Day kinda sucked... Not, not kinda, really sucked. Lol Oh well, guess you can't win them all, right? LoL Today, I had track practice from 8:30 to 10... Now, when I heard that we were running for 20 minutes straight at the end of practice, I was ready to cry. Me? Run 20 minutes? What? So... I set off at like, the slowest pace possible, and eventually, I got into this pace that felt right... I could breathe, I could speak, and I could run all at once- imagine that... breathing and running at the same time, what a discovery!! So, I ran for the whole 20 minutes and a bit more, and it was awesom. I'm ready to go out and do more... Unfortunately, it's time to clean my room. Yuck.

When I got back, my workout pants were covred in blood at my knee, and I was like... What the hell? when I looked down after Ala asked when I'd fallen. Somehow, I must've cut up my knee... Didn't even feel it until she said something... GUess I'm kinda luicky, huh? Lol

Rode Cricket yesterday, trying him with my saddle... Now, I'm not so sure why my saddle always makes horses work better, but it does. This horse jsut flew right along, did everything perfectly, and was a great boy. And I got that first inkling of him trying. Like, some horses jsut trust everyone and try for everyone, but they never actually -try- for anyone. They would never go to their limits and then go more for anyone, because they'eve never felt that they should, or had to. Usually, when people ask me why I ride the crazuies, I tell them because they try harder than anything else, becaues... Usually, humans made them crazy, by being assholes. So, when a rider comes along who doesn't kick them around, beat them up, and gives them a fair chance to understand not only what they're trying to teach tehm, but also to actually do it, the horses generally try harder than anyhting. I swear it's gratitude or somehting along those lines, some people call it a "bond", but whatever the name, that's why I like workng with the crazies... Made, or already wonderfully handled, never been abused, horses, jsut aren't for me, because they've never had a taste of what desperation is, so they have no idea that it could get bad... And so they never actually have to try for anything, they jsut automatically do the exact same amount for anyone... Well, yesterday, my made horse tried. Not hard, not much, but he tried. And I was very proud of him. Good boy Cricket.

Dan, I miss you to death.

Shower time.