Can we just hang in the shade?
So there have been numerous articles published in the local newspaper to let us know that the dog days of summer are here. Oh, really? Someone needed the newspaper to tell them that it is ridiculously hot? Umm, any equestrian could have told you that weeks ago. We have our own ways of knowing it is hotter than Hades outside with a dose of subtropical humidity to make it more insufferable.
Equestrians know it is sweltering when…
You are on your third change of clothes and it is only 10 AM.
The sweatband in your helmet is so saturated that the sweat just runs into your eyes and blinds you. Thankfully your horse is smart enough not to run into your trainer.
They postpone a horse show for the safety of horses and riders.
You sweat through your gloves and can no longer half halt efficiently since the reins are sliding through your fingers.
Your horse is soaking wet even before you start grooming and tacking for your ride.
You dread stopping somewhere on the way home from the barn for fear someone will surreptitiously take a photo of you and mistake you for a Pokémon character.
A bug flies into your face and sticks to the sweat. Hey, at least it didn’t fly into your mouth this time.
You remove your clothing off like a banana peel. Raise your hand if you have had a wrestling match and a few choice words with the sweaty sports bra that really doesn’t want to part ways.
It feels like you are squishing when you walk, but it is just the sweat pooled in your black leather boots.
You sweat so much that your gloves turn your hands a rainbow of colors from the dyes. Another show of hands for those who have gone into the office with this new “accessory.”
You accidentally hit yourself in the face with your horse’s sweaty saddle pad. Bleh, that doesn’t taste so good.
You seriously debate the merits of riding up and down the barn aisle rather than braving the sun.
You place your helmet on your head and sweat from the day before drips onto your head.
Your clothes are wetter going into the washer than when they go into the dryer.
You use the word “moist” a lot in conversation and you have not baked anything since the holidays.
You Google “places with cooler summer temperatures” but then realize that your 18 hand dressage horse will be a bit out-of-place at that dude ranch in Banff, Canada.
Stay cool and safe everyone! This heat wave can’t last forever…