If I was looking at my situation (aka desire to do the hunters) from an entirely objective stand point, it would be time to sell my horse. Your mind may have just screeched to a halt reading that sentence, but you can relax. This is the horse that has helped me accomplish so many of my dreams. He’s the horse I can hop on and jump bridleless if I’ve had a tough day at work and need a fun release. I…
If I let myself, I could get really depressed about my riding right now. We are no where near the level we were last fall. The shows I had planned on doing this spring and summer (even the one next week) are seeming out of grasp right now. I’m totally the remedial rider in the lesson group, and there are lots of instances where I’d gasp watching me ride. My ego is shriveling up and dying, but my self esteem…
Let me start off this lesson recap blog post by noting two very important things. One – my trainer said that if we had been able to ride consistently for the past two months, we wouldn’t be having any of the problems we’re having. Two – a barn friend’s boyfriend took pictures of our lesson, and he’s basically the best person ever. I owe him brownies. With that being said, I’m going to keep this on the shorter side today…
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…