Equine cross training

Yesterday when I tried to go to the quinta, the army had blocked the access road at the highway; I discovered later than a body or two had been dumped there, no doubt victims of intercartel conflict. Today the humidity has reached 90% and the temperature edging up toward 100, so my work with Gitano was a torture for both of us. At the moment he needs to work on correct flexion during turns and head placement, but I did everything at an easy trot, and not for long either. We wound up soaked in sweat, but only the horse got a bath and a mane shampoo, provided by the guy who honchoes up the quinta. I was too embarrassed to ask to be hosed down but I managed to stand close enough to the horse, giving him a treat, so that I got a splash or two.

How people manage to run outdoors at noon during this weather is a mystery to me. It is something I am not ever going to be able to do. The treadmill is boring beyond measure, but for the moment it is my only option.