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The Night It Happened


Ware the Mini Horse
By: reybug024

I'm a youthful 32 year old who, until recently, had only suffered a few minor childhood injuries.  That all changed the night I decided it would be a grand idea to ride my friend's mini horse.  Yes, you read that correctly, a mini horse.


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The Night It Happened - May 12
April 5, 2013My employee had been telling me for a while about an adorable mini horse that lived at her house.  She's told me several funny stories about it's antics ...
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Posted: May 12, 2013 18:36
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    April 5, 2013
    My employee had been telling me for a while about an adorable mini horse that lived at her house.  She's told me several funny stories about it's antics and the hilarity of seeing people ride it around.  I decided that it would be a fun thing to do. Why not, right?  I personally own two horses, one of which I broke and trained myself.  I'm not afraid of them, but I have a healthy respect for their size and the fact that they have a mind of their own.  

    I sent her a text around 7:30 pm asking if tonight would be a good night to play with the mini horse.  I met her at our store (I manage Verizon store in a small town and she is my employee) at close and followed her over to her house.  We walked back to the pasture and low and behold, there stood one of the cutest little horses I've ever seen and her baby.  I waited while Shayna led her out of the woods and over to the open area we planned on riding in.  I laughed so hard watching her fight that little horse.  I had a moment of "this seems like a bad idea" as I watched her put the mini in a head lock and shove the bit into it's mouth, but shrugged it off.

    I let her ride it first and oh my goodness, I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time.  I had tears pouring down my face as I watched a 5'7" woman bounce up and down on the back of a tiny horse.  She was trying to direct it in a straight line and that naughty little horse was bee-lineing it for the woods.  Shayna yelled and pulled on the reins, calling that thing all sorts of names.  I stood there waiting, clutching my sides and wiping the tears from my face as they skidded to a stop in front of me.  Shayna hopped off and handed me the reins.

    I walked the mini, Miley, way out into the pasture and turned her so that she was pointed back towards 'home'.  I kept trying to swing my leg over her back but she kept turning in a circle, this only made me laugh harder.  I finally succeed and realize that my feet didn't quite touch the ground while I'm on her.  No big deal, right?  As soon as I was on, she took off running.  There are several problems going on at once.  There is literally nothing to hold on to.  Her neck is all of a foot and a half long, her belly so small I probably could have crossed my ankles under her.  As she starts running, full tilt, towards Shanya, I'm holding the reins and laughing hysterically.

    That's when all hell broke loose. She started bucking and I struggled to right myself.  I thought to myself, just stand up.  I put my feet out and felt nothing, I remembered that I was just a hair to short to touch prior to take off.  I continued to struggle and she continued to run and go into a full fledged rodeo buck.  I put my feet out again, preparing to bail and that's when it all went wrong. As I extended my left leg, locking my knee straight, she picked that moment to sink down in preparation to buck again.  My heel was driven into the ground and I felt my knee jam and heard it pop. I went limp and flew (per Shayna) superman style off the mare and landed on my side.  
    Mind you, this all happened in maybe 20 seconds, quicker than it took me to write it all out.  I laid there, struggling to catch my breath, seeing spots, unable to extend my leg.  I rolled from side to side quietly saying ouch over and over again.  Shayna hurried over and asked if I was OK and if there was anything she could do.  I told her nope, I just needed to lay there for a minute.  She started laughing and saying she was sorry for laughing but it was so funny to watch.  I laughed too, telling her not to worry I'd be laughing if it happened to her.  I struggled to my feet and hobbled over to the gate while she took Miley for one more ride so she wouldn't get the idea that that sort of behavior was OK.  

    I made it back to my truck and drove the fifteen minutes home, the whole way telling myself that I had most likely done some serious damage to my knee.  I could feel it swelling, no position was close to comfortable.  I drove as fast as was responsible and made it home without passing out from the pain.  I hobbled inside and made the decision to take a shower.  I was guessing I'd be heading to Urgent Care and wanted to clean up and shave me legs.  Yes, that's right, shave my legs.  

    As I prepared to step into the shower, I made the brilliant decision to step in while putting all my weight onto my injured knee.  Bad idea.  As I moved to swing my good leg into the tub my knee gave way and I fell to the ground.  I laid there for oh, I don't know, twenty to thirty minutes.  I was smart enough to bring my phone with me, but it was on the counter.  I kept thMy husband is in the National Guard and happened to have drill that night.  My dog was nice enough to come over and lick my face while I tried over and over again to breathe through the pain.  I struggled to straighten my knee, finally getting myself into an upright position.  I kept telling myself the only reason I felt so dizzy was because I hadn't eaten all day, that it had nothing to do with the pain.

    Once I could see straight again, I pulled myself into the shower and damn it I shaved my legs.  It took a while and I would not recommend that anyone do it while balancing on once leg.  Not only is it very unsafe, but it's nearly impossible.  Needless to say, I knew that something was really wrong with my knee.  I made my way to the couch and waited for my husband to come home for the evening.  He got home around 10:30 pm and as soon as he saw me he asked me what was wrong.  I told him I was pretty sure I had blown out my knee and described the evenings events.  I went going to bed and crossed my fingers that it would feel better in the morning.  
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  • By: Notyetagolfpro: Aug, 20, 2013 05:15 AM
    Horse-back riding can really put a load on your knees as reybug04 has pointed out! About 10 days ago I was riding with family in the foothills of the mountains on vacation.  We rode about an hour, with the most strenuous part being a narrow trail up and down a couple of hills.  Actually maybe it was more intense than we thought... At the end, two of the horses slipped, back legs splayed out, as we crossed the last bridge.   Fortunately no falls of either horse and rider!  

    However when I dismounted, my leg almost buckled, as my knees felt very weak, particularly on the inside, medial part.   Guess I wasn't used to the constant gripping tension.  The good news- the pain went away after about 1 hr of walking.   I would recommend that anyone with an MCL tear carefully consider avoiding riding.  Yet I also wonder if in small doses, it might be a great way to strengthen those inside the knee ligaments...   NYAGP


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