Sunday for my lesson, aka the last weekend lesson before the show, it was a balmy 45 degrees, gray and drizzly. Also, I rode like a potato.
Hence the title of this post. I was a cold, leg swinging can’t find a distance plopping around all of the place potato. My horse however, was awesome. Also awesome was my trooper of a mother, who took pictures of us in the cold drizzly lesson. You know, nothing like treating your mother to a nice time in Austin. Need entertainment? Take her to the barn on a miserable day and almost fall off right in front of her.
Literally, right in front of her.
Honestly, I planned to write a somewhat (for me) detailed lesson report, but here’s the cliff notes version:
I started off really poorly. I couldn’t see a distance and Simon did a great thing by learning and pushing forward through the combinations even though I was messing up the start of them.
Eventually, I rode a little better but never really great. Figuring out the right pace is hard for me. Right now, I’m going a bit too fast and leaving a long a lot… which is making me feel unbalanced and the jumps are just all coming up quickly. This is an improvement over crawling to every fence and adding though.
My lower is swinging all over the place, and taking my saddle pad with it. Also experiencing some saddle slipping issues, so I think I’m on the hunt to get him a martingale. Or me a new lower leg that rides better… what is easier?
For the most part, looking at these pictures is not inspiring me with confidence. In fact, I’m pretty worried about the show this weekend. I hope we don’t make a fool of ourselves, even though we’ll probably be no different than many others there. Definitely won’t be a ride for the ribbons kind of weekend… I’ll be happy if I don’t almost fall off multiple times.
My mood is a bit cold and gray like the weather right now, but at least my horse is cute and tries really hard for me. I love him. He’s happy and sound right now, and I guess I should be thankful for that instead of pouting about my bad riding.