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On today's morning ride before it got hot and humid, I found a friend.

We relocated to the other side of the field after snapping a couple quick pictures.

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Ram: *sigh* I just want to date someone.

Clu, coming in: Ram my handsome friend, do you wan-

Ram: I just want to date Tron.

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Now that Hell Week (KY3DE, riding club banquet, and KY Derby festival) is over, it's time to focus on my Tron build.

I have sketches, I have supplies, I just need to buckle down and work on them. I've got the disk already, courtesy of @swift2568, and need to work on lighting it. I have ideas on what I want to do, and the technology exists. I just need to put it all together.

I've got Ambition (tm) of making this a Holy Shit cosplay, and we'll see if my ability matches my ambition. I'm calling the build Prox, because it needs a name, and I want to throw a couple Starset easter eggs in there.

I can do this. There'll be a lot of money spent, a lot of cursing, and a lot of learning. But I can do this.

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Okay!

I'm finally recovered enough from last week to tell y'all about it. What a mess, but what a fun mess.

First was the Defender Kentucky 3 Day Event. This is one of the most prestigious events in the eventing world, and also one of the most challenging for horse and rider. It's a 4* and a 5* combined, with the 4* running in the morning and the 5* in the afternoon. Eventing has been described as a triathlon for the insane, and they're really not wrong.

It's one horse and rider combination competing in three sports over the course of three days. First is dressage, which is often described as horse ballet (this is where the horses "crip walk" as famously said by Snoop). Dressage is about precision, obedience, and harmony. Combinations have to execute maneuvers at certain marked points in an arena in order. This is the most subjective phase of eventing, and is generally universally tolerated, rather than enjoyed.

The second phase is the one every eventer lives for, cross country. XC, as it's usually abbreviated, is the most exciting and unique phase of eventing. Combinations are timed over a track that's around four miles of natural terrain, jumping obstacles that can be straightforward "galloping fences", or multi-part "questions" that are designed to challenge the horse and rider's bravery, skill and endurance. This is also the most dangerous phase, and we have had both horses and riders die during competition. There's been a lot of movement towards making the sport a lot safer, but nothing is ever risk-free. This year, the course was around 50 jumping efforts, with an optimum time of 11 minutes, 5 seconds. These horses are really, really moving.

And that's where my volunteer position comes in! I am a mounted steward, which means I'm on my own horse, working among the crowd of spectators to keep everyone safe. As this event can draw attendance of over 30,000 people, this is an important job. Stewards are stationed around the course with our horses, making sure things go according to plan. We have whistles (if you're an eventer and have watched coverage, you've heard our whistles) that function as early warning for course officials and other volunteers, who close the track off for spectators. We also answer questions, give directions, and remind the crowd to be safe. If a rider becomes unseated, we remind the crowd to hold still and be calm, because now we have a half ton plus horse loaded with adrenaline and excitement, loose. If someone's dog is barking disruptively, we ask them to consider another place to view the action until their friend settles. If the tailgaters are getting too happy, we ask them to take it down a couple notches and consider switching to water for a while. We're something between an official, a deputy, and liaison. It's one of my favorite jobs all year, and I've been doing it for a decade now.

My horse, Pixie, is a consummate professional at this. Once we're in position at a good vantage point, she drops her head and goes to sleep, never mind what chaos is going on around her. Very nearly every year, there's a photo of her, asleep, with the crowd swirling around her, horses galloping or jumping past. She's the literal best. The stewards also very fortunate to be sponsored by the riding brand LeMieux, who gifts us very professional looking, custom embroidered riding gear to function as uniforms. It makes us readily identifiable and helps officials spot us if they need assistance.

But wait, there's more!

Really, yeah. There's another phase. The final phase is stadium jumping. This is the kind of jumping most everyone has seen pictures of, striped poles on big fancy standards. Like dressage, jumping is a sport unto itself, but is also a phase in eventing. This last phase tests the horse and rider's accuracy and grit, with the fastest time and penalties winning. At this point, everyone is tired. The poles (or rails as they're called) sit on a platform that's only barely round, so an inadvertent tap with a hoof can make the rail fall down, and cause a rider to lose a podium finish. When a combination is going through the SJ course, you could hear someone drop a pen, sneeze, or shuffle in the stands. The same breath is let out in a cheer or a groan when a pair clears, or drops a rail.

It's an exciting sport, filled with camaraderie, adrenaline, and love of the horse. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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My tv has an idle screen, like most. But in some cases, it defaults to pretty videos with gentle music. "ZenLIFE" is what it's called. Somehow, the cats manage to turn it on every time. Me, I've yet to figure it out. I've said I'm bad with tech. That's how bad: the cats are better at tech than me. Khajiit, Minnie, and Drogo are all sitting and watching the pretty zen videos of flowers blooming in slow motion that one of the little furry bastards turned on. It is nice, though.

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Today was an absolute doozy of a migraine. I haven't had one that bad in a while. I woke up with it in full blown attack. I didn't even have predrome symptoms last night, beyond being really tired (which we've all had lately due to some bug one of my coworkers dragged in), so it really caught me off guard. Even with rescue meds, I was a good six hours in recovering enough to think. I think I'm past the postdrome now, so it should all be good. I'm really, really, really wanting that massage I've got scheduled, but I can't move it up. Ah well.

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I have Adulted today. I did not wanna. But I did. Now I want a candy bar. One should always get a candy bar after making phone calls.