Being Hammy In A PDutty Boyd Ham Sandwich

Some thoughts from P.R. Lynsey Steinberg as we are moved into our new facility!

Being Hammy In A PDutty Boyd Ham Sandwich

Make sense? Course not. That's because since I moved to Augusta, Georgia on the border of Aiken, SC... I have found myself little smack dab in the middle of the eventing world. My horse stays and trains with the incredibly fierce Jodi Hemry in Aiken, South Carolina. Jodi is the person who you think when you speak with her on the phone that she is 6 feet tall and really robust (if you know her you understand why this is so funny). Our neighbors? Phillip Dutton's winter facility and Boyd right behind. What more could a girl ask for? Like I said, I'm in the middle of a Phillip and Boyd sandwich feeling quite hammy. My horse however, doesn't seem to understand the great importance of being ham. Being the ham next door to two USA Olympians, not to mention Jodi's close ties working for Kim Severson. Insert hyperventilating now, too much eventing goodness, must reboot. No my little sports car would rather eat, roll, roll in the sand, roll in the dirt, roll in mud and then get to work. Although after walking the xc course with Jodi last year in the upper levels... I mistook a cross country fence for a patio deck for jump judges to sit on an watch. Gulp, I suddenly liked my little novice fences a whole lot more. I am surrounded by all these amazing people and want the world to know how amazing they really are. They are the Gryffindors of HP. I wonder what then is Volderm...uh he would should not be named is. Maybe crappy footing. 

Insert sarcasm here, my favorite question from non-horsey folk "Oh so you like race horses right?" le sigh. Suddenly their ignorance almost makes you want to go back to topics like to wear a helmet or to not or issues debating rolkur or maybe even dabble into Chronicle's forums and see how certain people get spurned for bravely rude comments. Although mention an air vest and suddenly the horse part doesn't even matter anymore "whoa! can I see it!". Not only can you see it I'll even let you wear it (would it be too much to snicker evilly at this point). I needed to test that canister anyway. 

After taking a brief interlude to creatively fix the lever in the back of a toilet (my powerhouse fiance went Hulk on the lever) I am glad to go back to the discussion of ham. I have ridden since the age of 7 and don't even think I've scratched the surface of what there is to learn within this industry. Being the ham in the sandwich, I am excited to learn more and grow (less in the girth) while keeping up with current Eventing news. Knowledge is power and one step on the way to taking over the world. One sandwich at a time.