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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
Being cleared by my doctor was a major accomplishment for me, and I was so grateful that I would have the chance to ride my horse again. When I first began my rehabilitation journey, things were on the rocks for quite a while. Zak and the guys were away for a while to film to stay within the confinement's of their new contract for the new season, and I am so grateful and proud of him for pushing out the episodes needed to keep ahead while also being able to make time to help me through healing journey.
He took the week off for his birthday and had a break in filming as well to be with me on an important day for me. Today, we were bringing the horses home and (hopefully) returning to normal life.
And hopefully, our routine of me staying with his mom while he was out filming and staying at our house while he was home would soon change to me being able to stay home by myself if I chose not to go and travel.
But for the time being, I was ready to be back in my own home with my horses there with me. Words couldn't describe how much I missed them and riding, and now things were taking a turn for the better.
With a check for a few grand sitting in my lap in an envelope for Hollie, I tapped my leg with impatience as I was going to give this to her whether she liked it or not for thanks for taking care of my horses while I was healing.
"Are you excited, sweetie?" Zak asked from the driver's seat of my truck, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he chewed his gum to stay focused as he hauled my trailer right behind the truck as we were on our way to Hollie's house to pick up the horses, and I was so grateful that Zak took the time to learn more about hauling a trailer so that I wouldn't have to while I was recovering.
"I am. I'm so ready to finally ride my horse again," I sighed, reaching over to grasp his hand that was now on the console since he hasn't had to shift gears now that we were on a straight road. "Thank you for all that you've been doing for me. I can't thank you enough, babe."
He grinned, "I'm not doing this for thanks. I'm doing it because I love you. We're going to get the horses home today and things will be back to normal. I'm proud of you," He squeezed my hand. "You've done so much on your own without my help that makes me so much more proud of you. Just know that I'm lying when I say I'm excited to see you ride again because I'm scared."
"Why?"
"Because you're riding the same horse that could have killed you. A part of me still doesn't forgive him for that when you've told me that it wasn't his fault."
"I understand how you feel, but a lot of the blame should be on me too because I put him into a situation that triggered that response from him. I had no idea that helicopters flew that close around here and didn't research that prior--"
"Sweetie, it was just a freak accident. It's not your fault or his. He reacted because of a previous trauma and you couldn't have prepared for it. The only thing you can do now is move on from this and continue doing what you're doing."
