I’m not talking about the obvious scenario when some delusional woman displays a wide range of human folly and mental instability as we all like to talk about. I’m talking about defending the hobby to someone who doesn’t understand why anyone would spend this much time and money and hard work on an object that can’t be put away under a dust cover and brought out on a whim when it’s convenient. Or the person who has never put a leg over a horse yet vehemently denies that schooling a jump course or a day spent fox hunting or working a saddle seat show horse is “exercise”.
But people are crazy in many ways. Some women (or men for that matter) enjoy daily grooming of their hair and skin and nails to be the picture of health and physical perfection.
Many men love to tinker with engines because their minds understand how all the systems work together to create speed and power.
Some couples practice ball room dancing or the tango because they take satisfaction in the rhythm and repetition and precision of learning and performing a routine with a partner so they appear as one mind and it looks effortless.
Athletes have grit and dedication to train their bodies day after day to push past the wall and run long distances reaping the health benefits and the unique runner’s high.
Scores of people, every day, revel in the adrenaline rush of jumping out of an airplane and not knowing for sure if this time the chute will open and they will enjoy a unique view of the earth through God’s eye. Or if they will instead crash to the ground and die.
But other people prefer just to sit quietly and admire a work of art for its symmetry and beauty and subtle variations in color. An expression of the beauty of life.
What if I can do all those things, experience all those emotions and physical feelings, but all it takes me is a few hours and a horse?
Who’s crazy now?