Forewarning: this post has little to no educational value and is a monologue of me whining. You have been warned. I’m kind of on the verge of losing my shit, and I think I’m going to lose it over tall boots. I know the subject of tall boots is not new to anyone who’s been around this blog for a little while, but I have reached a whole new frustration level. Let me tell you a little story: Last October…
Had a good lesson last night. On Saturday I picked up my tall boots from the cobblers from getting the zipper fixed, and since then I’ve been complaining about them almost non-stop and feeling like I can’t ride at all with this slick concrete boot on my lower leg. Asked my trainer if I could potentially show in half chaps at the show, and she wasn’t impressed haha. The good news is that by the end of the lesson I…
It’s safe to say that I have horse showing on the brain. I spent my day with Jen and Echo (aka Baby Race Horse) at an itty bitty schooling show an hour southwest of Austin. It was an… er… interesting show (I will say there were beautiful jumps and plenty of areas to school that was awesome for competitors), but Echo was a rock star and had a great confidence building learning experience. I played photographer, groom and try to…
Our local show circuit is called CenTX, which stands for Central Texas Hunter Jumper Association. Austin is different from what I was used to in Raleigh as far as the show scene goes. In Raleigh, you could take your pick in any given month from a selection of open shows, hunter/jumper schooling shows, and C or A hunter/jumper shows in the surrounding area. In Austin while we are lucky to have a good hunter/jumper scene, the choice is TSSA (classy…
Usually I try to offer you dear readers something extra when you visit this blog. Some wisdom, a chuckle, insight into my personal struggles… Stuff like that. Other times though, I just want to squeal and hold you captive for a few minutes because we had an amazing group lesson on Sunday and dear hubby came to take pictures! So now you have to look at my sweet boy and then tell me how amaze balls he is, because I’m…
We had our first lesson tonight, and it went swimmingly! I had both been very excited and very nervous about it, but there was no reason to be worried. I talked about my goals with my trainer and our past issues, and then we got to work. Right away I realized the pace of the trot I ride with Simon is much faster than what S wants me to have. This is familiar, because its the same message that my…
But he didn’t have no name. He had a name, and his name was Whiskey. The radio silence for the past few days was due to my Memorial Day adventure vacation! Tim and I loaded up the dogs and met our friends out in Terlingua, Texas (aka desert in the middle of no where) to see Big Bend National Park. The only mountains I’ve ever seen are basically the Appalachian mountains and other similar mountains/foothills on the east coast, so…
Fact: You don’t show for the ribbons, you show for the experience. Also Fact: A crappy ride can earn the same ribbon that a good ride doesn’t earn. More Facts: I haven’t won a ribbon in a really, really, really long time… and I really miss them. For years, my ribbons stayed in a box with my mom because she was toying with the idea of sewing them into a quilt for me. I couldn’t really get behind that idea, because…