|Hard to believe that this will be the last picture taken of the two of us on a xc course|
BUT - the long drive home gave me a long time to think. Usually I spend it singing to the radio and generally annoying everyone within ear shot, but this time I was by myself, with a quite truck and a busy mind. P turns 17 in 2015. Eleven years he's been my rock. He's sound, he's happy, he made me a successful upper level rider with placings at Preliminary and Intermediate levels. This last year he ran 5 times - pulled in in Kentucky, one 3rd, one 2nd, and two wins. He has nothing left to prove. Is it worth the money, the risk, and the time to keep running him around, just for my pleasure?
When I posed the question to my wise mother, her answer was the one I knew in my heart... NO.
So with a heavy heart I found myself on a plane, flying back east from my hometown, pondering the future for the brown boy who has been the biggest part of my past. To stomach the decision I'd just made, I needed to have the wheels rolling on big plans for both of us. For P, a student who happens to be in the right place in her life, during the right time for him seems to be the obvious choice (hopefully more on that in the coming weeks). And for me, there's another pair of brown eyes that I'm throwing my heart at in the hopes that he can step up to fill P's incredibly large, talented shoes.