You can't hang around with riders for very long without realizing they have a fatalistic attitude toward injuries. Concussions, fractures and pain go with the territory; it's a matter of when, not if. The critical question they have is, how soon can I get back to foxhunting, or eventing, or hacking?
Recently my dear pal Susan sprained her ankle badly when she stepped in a hole dug by one of her free-range hens for dust-bath purposes. It hurts, but of course it didn't stop her from participating, joyously and vigorously, bright and early at 6 a.m. on the first day of cubbing (once she got her foot into a boot, that is).
Why, then, is she so excessively peeved?
Because she knows there are only so many serious injuries you can suffer over a lifetime and still manage to ride.
"I wasted a perfectly good injury and it wasn’t even on a horse or in the barn," she grumbled.
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