I had a riding lesson today, and I am pooped. I usually just ride, and don't do anything very taxing, but, my daughter and I have occasional lessons to tune up. She rides dressage, and I just ride. It is hot, humid, sunny, buggy, and the instructor had me posting without stirrups, standing in the saddle, and riding without reins. My little horse is a little green, so he needs lessons too. I am feeling every bit of my 71 1/2 years old today. It is fun though, in a perverse sort of way. Maybe a person who loves to ride, has to be a tiny bit crazy to love it so and think a riding lesson is fun.