Damned old rodeo.
 
I am proud to announce that I was able to check off another item on my "things to do before I die" list. On Saturday, I rode a mechanical bull.
 
And it kicked my ass.
 
Y'all (I can say that, since I'm a cowgirl now), I am SO SORE. The secret to staying on is to grip with your inner thighs and knees and to keep your upper body relaxed. Well, I sure felt the effects of all that gripping when I woke up on Sunday. And today, the pain is even worse. I can barely walk. My arms hurt, too, from--well, from all the times I went flying off the bull.
 
I reckon that I'm getting too old for bullriding.