From Meg:
Johnny asked me to write about what it’s been like for us during the Olympics. I imagine it’s been about the same for us as it has been for you, except we perhaps may be a closer resemblance of someone with schizophrenia. And if you walked by our house you would perhaps have heard a few more expletives being yelled at the TV. And maybe we consumed a few more glasses of prossecco than one should have…
My thoughts on cross-country morning as I was hacking Tate around the gallops, “I am so glad I am not getting ready for XC right now.”
My thoughts watching cross country drinking bubbles, “What the..!”
My thoughts watching show jumping, “I am moving to Germany.”
The biggest feeling is of relief. Relief that we can officially move on and focus on bigger things. Not figuratively, but literally. Burghley is huge.
I will most certainly chalk the last 6 weeks up to experience. I had a great opportunity that few can say they have experienced firsthand. Am I glad it is over? Yes. Was going to the venue at 4 am and waiting until one hour before the jog and spending a total of 11 hours in a lorry torture? Yes. Am I happy for my friends that made the team? Yes. Was getting to ride the famous Neville Bardos for the famous Boyd Martin a sufficient enough consolation prize? Maybe…
We did finally get to see what it would be like with a string of four star horses. On the final day, I was in charge of Neville, Remi, Happy, Arthur, Tate, and Glen. What a bunch of high maintenance beasties!!
The last two alternate horses left Maizey Manor yesterday afternoon. Now its just Tater and Arthur left as they prepare for the Big B. From here on out the Olympics to me mean just one thing : Lochte.
