doable.

Allison Springer: ". . . I definitely need to work on is that key stage of recognizing 'the point where an athlete may have to admit their limits, … but still find a way to get the best possible result.'"

Allison may officially be my new favorite eventer: helmet at Rolex, victory at Red Hills, and let's not forget, Dean's List Bowdoin grad. It's reassuring to me that I'm not alone in my quest to attain that caliber of an education and also ride (eventually) the upper levels. It's doable. I tend to let things consume my life and the idea of packing all my plans for the next four years into, well, four years, scares the living $#*t out of me most days.

I've had pretty decent rides on baby black horse these last couple of nights, which got me thinking about how far he's come along and how lucky I was to find him when I did- my horses always seem to just fall into my lap when I'm about to quit looking for them. He's the polar opposite of the red mares ( the whatnowwhatnowwhatnow brains) and a totally different brain and physique from Orient (how soon would you like to be airborne) and Beacon (do I have to move that fast) as well. CMP quote of the week: "Yes, all horses are the same but different, aren't they?" ringing home. Having a baby horse is forcing me to take everything much more slowly (I am turning into a squirrel, though, need-another-horse-to-ride-today syndrome). So if anyone wants to board a horse up here for me to work, jazz band ends tomorrow- sixth and final state festival of my career, show choir ends April 2, and there's really not a whole ton going on after that. The spring season has gone really fast. And it's not even spring yet.