I had to be talked into going to the Minnesota Harvest Horse Show (which I will refer to as “Harvest” for the remainder of this blog post).

It took a lengthy conversation with Elzabeth, during which she repeatedly tried to get me to understand that I probably ride better now than I did four years ago, when I last attempted to show indoors.  She had to pound it through my head that in all likelihood, I was not going to go in and fall off at fence 4, or get jumped off and break my hand on my jaw on the way down, or find myself in Nikki’s stall at the end of the day crying.