Before retreating into the warmth of his truck, my student’s husband took one last look at us, shook his head, and muttered, “You guys are insane.” Then, without hesitation, he drove off to his comfortable, heated office. Meanwhile, we remained—standing in a miserable blend of rain, snow, and biting wind, preparing for a full day of dressage instruction. The horses had been hauled in ice-cold trailers, and we were bundled up in layers that did little to keep the chill at bay.