“Showtime”, I thought as I lurched out of bed and listened to the rain.  I thought about the mud on those two glistening horse  bodies after yesterday’s full body makeovers, nails done, expensive hairdo’s.  I’m talking baths, scrubbing, rubbing, drying, clipping, sheening, and attempted braiding of manes and tails.  Both Velvet and Sage were lovely;  I was broken, old, sore-footed, wet, dirty and hairy. This is my first show as an adult.  My last horse show was 33 years ago.  I am called a beginning adult rider. Hang on for…