About 10 yrs ago, I asked my Mom for a load of RR ties for my birthday... weird request right?
I used them to outline a small dressage arena and then we had our neighbor, Jack, (who has all the farm implements - dump trucks - tractors etc. one man could want) to put about 3" of sand into the "arena".
I dragged and hauled and moved those RR ties from the pile to my measured 20x60 meter area.
Have you ever tried to move a RR tie?
OK 4 words - REALLY heavy and awkward.
Oh man, those suckers were heavy - but I drug them all around and put them 2 high around this area.
This past weekend when I rode Sera, one of the RR ties had been knocked off by one of the horses jumping over it or some such thing when they were loose in the front pasture where the arena is.
I walked over to put it back up.
10 years makes a big difference evidently cuz I had a helluva time moving that tie and all I had to do was flip it back on top of the one it fell off of. I eventually got it up there but I was surprised at my struggling attempts....
So I guess this means I really am getting older? I can't just be 28 in my mind all the time? My body is really and truly aging???