THAT NIGHT, LUCY HAD one of her last riding lessons of the semester. Even though there wouldn't be any more competitions until closer to the middle of the spring semester when they would return from break, Rattenber still felt that the team members needed to "keep in shape before putting on those extra pounds during the holidays". Lucy had laughed and Belle had rolled her eyes, and Owen—being Owen and the kind of person who wouldn't want to insult even the most annoying of insects—nodded his head like he agreed very much with Rattenber's assumptions.
But now, however, there was no joking of eating too much or getting out of shape. Tonight seemed to be drill after drill after drill of insanely strenuous exercises—so much so that Lucy swore she'd only ridden with stirrups for about five min
