<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post2116416786685037692..comments</id><updated>2008-12-16T08:04:00.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on The Posting Trot: Downfalls</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/feeds/2116416786685037692/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html'/><author><name>Back in the saddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970627462078105397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-1092419886402695564</id><published>2008-12-13T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:07:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha! So true! But it seems that night, my b...</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha! So true! But it seems that night, my body totally forgot about my years with the "Cirque du Soleil". (Let me reassure you, I was on tour, but with the promotional materials department). ;-)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/1092419886402695564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/1092419886402695564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html?showComment=1229188020000#c1092419886402695564' title=''/><author><name>Back in the saddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970627462078105397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11173319708637541777'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-2116416786685037692' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/posts/default/2116416786685037692' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-7856865501263422650</id><published>2008-12-13T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:04:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!! I am clumsy by nature so falling just seems...</title><content type='html'>ouch!! I am clumsy by nature so falling just seems to happen from time to time. I have always wished that someone had a video of those moments when the brain knows the body is about to fall, so it taps into some inner place and I become an acrobat- the flaying arms, the windmill, alas it always ends with a crash, but those moments of grace during the fall are most likely some of the best ballet ever danced.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/7856865501263422650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/7856865501263422650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html?showComment=1229187840000#c7856865501263422650' title=''/><author><name>20 meter circle of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170568433356702218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02082076271608745800'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-2116416786685037692' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/posts/default/2116416786685037692' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-7171284393190766528</id><published>2008-12-13T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:09:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jackie! Even if this isn't a contest, I think y...</title><content type='html'>Oh Jackie! Even if this isn't a contest, I think your fall was a lot worse than mine... Down a flight of steps??? Ouch, I hope those bumps and bruises heal fast enough for Christmas time (a.k.a. high heels, spaghetti strap tops and pantyhose season)!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It surprises me thought that you had the same thought I did. But thinking about it, it does makes sense that falling off a horse be the default "pain benchmark" for any rider. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Prior to my riding days, it used to be childbirth for me. But since it's way up there on the suffering scale, it's kind of useless to compare anything to it really. Well... hopefully!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Take good care of yourself Jackie and thanks again for that great blog of yours!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/7171284393190766528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/7171284393190766528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html?showComment=1229184540000#c7171284393190766528' title=''/><author><name>Back in the saddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970627462078105397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11173319708637541777'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-2116416786685037692' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/posts/default/2116416786685037692' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-8223401076228213910</id><published>2008-12-13T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:53:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! That is NO fun. But kind of funny, because I ...</title><content type='html'>Ugh! That is NO fun. But kind of funny, because I had a moment just like that a week ago. I walked into a building on a very snowy day, and right inside was a set of stairs that were apparently wet from all the people coming in. My foot slipped and went out from under me and I fell face first down 5-6 steps. Ouch! I cracked my legs but good and still have some really bruised and swollen spots.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And my very first thought was ... that was way worse than any fall I've taken off a horse!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/8223401076228213910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/2116416786685037692/comments/default/8223401076228213910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html?showComment=1229179980000#c8223401076228213910' title=''/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.regardinghorses.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thepostingtrot.com/2008/12/downfalls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144707587213691856.post-2116416786685037692' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144707587213691856/posts/default/2116416786685037692' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>