Winter kinda blows. The nights drag on through the endless black tedium of hopelessness and ennui … there ain’t no “hygge” in a central Texas December. It’s too windy. Worse, it’s damp. WORSE, molds.
So mustering up the motivation to ride on a winter night requires a little bit of mental cheerleading. Or self-bribery. I say things to myself like, “if you canter one more lap in this blasted gale you can make yourself a second Manhattan.”
So when we get a random week of more moderate winter weather (to say nothing of the even more random 100F in February that one year) I like to take advantage and get back to REAL work in the saddle, provided everything else falls into place–my horse has all his shoes and had a great day in turnout, I remembered to pack all my riding clothes AND they are appropriate for the weather, the footing is good, and traffic doesn’t turn my commute into The Grapes of Wrath.
I have control over exactly ONE of those above things. Perhaps that is why I find such joy in riding clothes. They brighten my day, and my evening. I reward myself occasionally with a splurge on breeches or a nice belt. My horse is my primary motivating factor, but a cute outfit motivates me, too, especially on dark winter nights.