Well that settles that.
On the way home from work last night, I was eager to ride. I was going to hop on Harley dressage, and we were going to get. to. work. It was going to be amazing. And then, half way home, my belly/gut/nether regions I'm hating right now, said, "Uhm.. No. You're not riding."
With that, I parked it on the couch, cancelled my plans, and scratched the show. I'm deflated today. I had already backed off the test plans, but cancelling? Bah Humbug.
I'll get some good riding in this weekend, but competing just isn't in the cards for us tomorrow.