My horse is the sterotypical sensitive Thoroughbred. He picks up on your moods, and feels every single muscle in your body when riding. These qualities can make him reactive, but because he’s such a good egg and so amateur friendly it’s rarely a problem. Still, I’ve learned over the years that less is more and if I get a little over zealous with my leg on course that he’s going to shoot out from me like a rocket. I’ve learned…
Well, I’ve learned my lesson – don’t brag about my horse! The day after I posted about my magical trust unicorn, we had the worst lesson we’ve had in a long time. I’m not upset over this, because we were super overdue for a bad lesson. However, I wish the bad lesson timing did not happen right before a horse show that’s a little bit of a step up for me. Goodbye new found confidence. I will miss you! The short…
I grew up going to NCSU (go pack!) games with my Dad. Every year he had season tickets to football and basketball, and I would join him at least a few times per season. We both liked basketball the best, and the reason my Dad prefers basketball to football is that he says that basketball is a momentum sport. The team’s performance swings a lot in highs and lows, and some good momentum can really turn the game around. I…