I pick running.  I am a little surprised but the answer was handed to me.  It’s unequivocal.  I rode for years and years as a child and teen.  I owned my own horses, did pony club and jumpers and eventing.  I rode every day.  I mucked out stalls and groomed and turned out and brought back in, the whole thing.  Then I gave it all up for university- money and time.  Needing a passion, a sport, a diversion I found running.  People would ask, do you miss riding do you want to ride?  No, I would reply, it’s just about having a passion, it doesn’t really matter what it is.  I’ve been running for more years than I ever rode (who knew the years would pass so rapidly?)  Several weeks ago I revisited riding, taking lessons and finding delight in the fact that my body remembered how to approach a jump and apply the aids etc.  I loved it, it felt great.  Then I was thrown by a little bastard horse right after a jump and my poor sacrum hurt like hell.  Running Running Running- that’s what my panic thoughts kept coming back to.  I want to run and I need to run.  Now three weeks of hobbling have brought me to a point where I can slowly lope through 5 km with minimal pain.  I can enjoy the riding ringside, watching my kid.  This girl’s a runner.