I know, I know. I'm in Florida. It's 80 degrees. It's sunny and beautiful. Palm trees, key limes, the works. And I know that horses always take a few days to get used to Florida life, to recover from the long trip, to remember that they are, indeed, broke to ride and not wild animals.
But seriously, guys? Seriously? Can't you leave my biceps alone and stop running away like lunatics ALL THE TIME?