Six months ago, if someone had mentioned yoga, I would instantly have zoned out and a dream bubble would have appeared in which I would be nestled on my couch wearing my yoga pants probably watching reruns of Friends , definitely eating Häagen-Dazs Rocky Road. Is it just me, or is the remote always a few inches beyond your grasp when you need it!? What’s up with that?
The atmosphere outside the arena is intoxicating, both players and spectators giddy with excitement.
Armadillo at my window So I realize that this is my first blog and I am supposed to be writing on polo related topics and/or introducing myself by being all, “I am a member of Team USPA and I was the 2009 National Women’s Intercollegiate Polo Champion.” But first, I have to tell you about what just happened to me. If I was doubting whether or not to take this blogging job. I think fate is giving me a definitive YES by throwing this ridiculous/traumatizing story right in my lap! Ok. So here’s the deal. I live on a farm in Aiken, South Carolina. Which is by no means the middle of nowhere, but let’s just say there are more than a handful of sketchy characters in “these here parts.”And this week I am alone, since my mom is in Wellington (Yes, I am currently living with my mom, I’m 24, and it’s only seasonally…free rent! Do. Not.