Friday Fitness and Show Prep

First the fitness reports:

Annette
Let's not go there, okay?  I lost zippo weight.  I didn't gain either, so I suppose I should be happy given the weekend in Paso Robles but I'm not.  My session with the trainer Monday evening was killer.  My triceps and chest are still sore four days later.  I'm convinced she's the devil in a cute blond body. 

Winston
Fitness is definitely improving although vaccinations set him back a bit.  This morning he was sluggish, but his attitude was willing.  I'm not sure if he felt crummy from his shots or if he was sore from the work Thursday -- or both.  We did our usual warm up and then I ran through the tests and called it a day. 

Brett and I both cleaned our tack for tomorrow.  I cleaned and oiled my saddle, the girth and my bridle.  I washed the fleecy girth cover.  I cleaned my "good" pair of paddock boots and my half chaps.  I have new tall boots but they came while my toes were healing and I haven't broken them in yet.  My toes don't love being in closed shoes so I've been putting the boots on the back burner. 

I gave Winston the full spa treatment: bubble bath, shampoo, deep conditioning in his mane and tail.  I'm praying he doesn't roll tonight.  Brett is going to hose off Flash in the morning and I will do the same with Winston if he has gotten himself all dusty.  Right now, he looks darn good.

We BBQed hamburgers for dinner tonight.  Another hot day so we thought it would be nice to relax on the viewing stand as the sun set.  We didn't have any hamburger buns so I made some.  I've never made them before.  They were easy peasy and so good.

Before we went down to the viewing stand, I put an apple rhubarb crumble in the oven for dessert. 

When we went down to BBQ, the horses and donkeys were busy eating their hay. 

Brett got the BBQ going and opened the wine; one of our favorites -- Gelfand's SFR (sh*t faced red) from Paso Robles.

The burgers were wonderful, the buns didn't fall apart, the wine was smooth and dark -- we stayed until the sun set and the full moon was high. 

We got back to the house just in time to take the crumble out of the oven.

I know, I know.  Dinner was not good for the diet.  And I don't care.