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Pulling The Horse Muscle, or Break In the Saddle Again

November 12, 2018
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“Would you like to go on a trail ride?” my wife asked in August.

(Yeah, I know. It’s taken me this long to recover from the emotional trauma enough to write about it.)

Do you remember those people on the tourist boat in Hawaii, who got hit by lava when the volcano exploded? It was like that. “Would you like to go on a boat ride? The view is great!” Oh, I’m sure they got an impressive view, indeed, especially during the medivac helicopter ride to the hospital.

This is Cheyenne. Cheyenne is … shy. She tends to keep her head down in a good Eeyore impression.

 My wife, Emily, works at the Pokagon State Park saddle barn which, as you might imagine, is at Pokagon State Park, in northeast Indiana. It’s one of those “they don’t have to pay you as much because you love your job” kind of things, like being a radio DJ, or writing. One of her fringe benefits is that, if the hourly ride isn’t sold out and there’s a horse available, she can bring her husband along on a ride.

At no point while writing that policy did anyone consider whether the husband wanted to go.

I’ve been on about half a dozen trail rides now, so I’m better at it than when I began. The first time, my horse saw some nice grass off in the woods and wandered off, and they found me three days later, still unconscious from the tree limb. Okay, I exaggerate–slightly. The truth is, those horses wouldn’t stray far from their routine trail even if you let them go.

But I hadn’t been on a ride since early last year and … how can I say this and still maintain my self-respect? Okay, there’s no way: I’m out of shape. I haven’t been trail hiking as much as usual due to writing chores, and the muscle stretches the chiropractor gave me to do only work, it turns out, if you actually do them.

That’s Emily all the way up in front, in the hat. If she looks particularly alert right there, it’s because we’d just seen a coyote standing in the trail ahead of us.

But that’s no problem, because all you have to do is ride, right? You horse people, you’re laughing right now. Well, first you have to get on the horse, which involves putting your foot into a stirrup, which is fine except the stirrup is at the level of your chest. I haven’t been able to lift my foot to chest level since I was eighteen. Hah! Kidding–I couldn’t then, either.

Then you have to swing your other foot over the horse which, I think, is when something happened. I didn’t notice it at the time, because I was busy noticing how very high up above the ground I was. The words “head” and “melon” were intertwining in my mind right then.

On the first leg of our 45 minute trip, a coyote casually walked out onto the trail, right in front of us. He looked over our way, and I expected him to say, “Have you seen a road runner go by lately?” But what he actually said was, “If Mark Hunter falls off the horse, can I have him? I spent all my food money on an Acme brand anvil.”

Well, that’s the predator vibe I was getting from him, anyway.

The thing is, riding a horse involves an entirely different set of muscles compared to my favorite exercise, which is hiking, which is way closer to the ground. (Usually.) And no, you don’t just sit: You have to kind of … hug the horse with your legs, and keep a good posture, which I haven’t done since … well, ever. It makes you appreciate how fit porn actors must be.

It really was a nice ride, and beautiful scenery, except for when the horse ahead of me had to relieve himself.

I expected to be sore the next day. But as I climbed down after a scenic and uneventful ride, something felt … off.

I’d pulled a horse riding muscle.

I didn’t even know there was a thing. It’s very low on your back, on each side, or maybe very high on your hip, or–let’s face it, it’s a butt muscle. I suspect it happened when I climbed on board, but at the time I was too terrified to notice. Yeah, I’ve done this six times now, but I’ve also seen all those YouTube videos entitled “Riding Gone Wrong”.

Also, I once personally saw someone fall of a horse. They didn’t get up fast.

But there was an upside. I’d been reading the second novel in George R.R. Martin’s Game of Throne series, and those books are thicker than the Federal budget. Once the pain killers kicked in and I was settled on the couch, I got in some great reading time.

Maybe I’ll even ride a horse again. Next year.

Mark R Hunter

Mark R Hunter is the author of three romantic comedies: Radio Red, Storm Chaser, and its sequel, The Notorious Ian Grant, as well as a related story collection, Storm Chaser Shorts. He also wrote a young adult adventure, The No-Campfire Girls, and a humor collection, Slightly Off the Mark. In addition, he collaborated with his wife, Emily, on the history books Images of America: Albion and Noble County, Smoky Days and Sleepless Nights: A Century or So With The Albion Fire Department, and Hoosier Hysterical. Mark’s work also appeared in the anthologies My Funny Valentine and Strange Portals: Ink Slingers’ Fantasy/Horror Anthology. For two decades Mark R Hunter has been an emergency dispatcher for the Noble County Sheriff Department. He’s served over 32 years as a volunteer for the Albion Fire Department, holding such positions as safety officer, training officer, secretary, and public information officer. He also has done public relations writing for the Noble County Relay For Life, among other organizations, and served two terms on the Albion Town Council. When asked if he has any free time, he laughs hysterically. Mark lives in Albion, Indiana, with his wife and editor Emily, a cowardly ball python named Lucius, and a loving, scary dog named Beowulf. He has two daughters and twin grandsons, and so naturally is considering writing a children’s book.

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3 Responses to Pulling The Horse Muscle, or Break In the Saddle Again

  1. Bill Y "The Legendary Legend" Ledden
    November 18, 2018 at 12:28 pm

    I think you legally signed up for this. It’s in the small print on the marriage cert!

  2. Jim Nolan
    November 12, 2018 at 8:12 pm

    Another really funny piece, Mark. I dislike horses, too. I did a trail ride once, and when we got to a beach, the horse decided it wanted to roll around in the sand, to freshen up. With me on it. I’m sure it did this every time, to the amusement of the folks running the trail ride.

    • November 14, 2018 at 12:41 am

      Oh, I don’t dislike horses. In fact, whenever I’m there with Emily I go down the line, greeting them with some neck rubs and nose scratches and such … they know me almost as well as they know her. Sometimes I act as gatekeeper to help get them out in the morning and in at night.

      I just don’t like *riding* them all that much! Especially since once or twice a season one of their horses does the same thing you described.



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