On a nondescript Tuesday in October , instead of sitting behind my desk , I was galloping across the Colorado Elk River Valley on a muscular steed , its hoofs thundering below me . In my mind I was sure I did not resemble the graceful horsewoman that I had been trying to become all week . Instead , to the others , I ' m sure I looked more like I was on the back of a runaway freight train holding on for dear life . I kept catching air between the horse 's stride , smacking down hard in the leather .

Question: How might I consider my experience on riding a horse ?
Answer: I might consider myself as a novice on riding a horse but great looking .I might consider myself as a novice on riding a horse and awkward looking .I might consider myself as an expert on riding a horse but awkward looking .I might consider myself as an expert on riding a horse and great looking .