I’ve been toying around with what I really want to look at this year for Rolex, and it comes down to two lists.
My realistic list:
- Try on some Pipers (I’m a super odd fit, and I am in the market for some fun schooling breeches)
- Find a sparkly browband for my lovely new/barely used show bridle.
- I’m a bit obsessed with getting myself some Roeckl gloves.
- Cute tee shirts (One Horse Threads I’m coming for you)
- Black or navy polo wraps for schooling
- Liniment/grooming supplies
My over-the-top funky list (that I’d probably never actually buy…this weekend):
- Everything from the list above
- Nice open front boots
- New show shirts
- All the pretty saddles
- Leather halter for someday horse
- Ogilvy half pad/Ecogold half pad
Anything else I should shop for ya’ll? I’m so excited for a weekend full of horse show shenanigans!
Rolex pic I took in 2014
While I’m still deep in the midst of trying to figure out what the hell my emotions are doing, I wanted to clarify that I am still happy to be working on something. Anything. My lessons haven’t been great lately, but I did come away from this past one with some new tools for the future. Recently what my trainer and I have been talking most about is getting a good grip on what habits we want to encourage as I return back to riding fit, and what habits we want to stop.
Huge shock, there are more we want to stop, than encourage. With any horse, you pick up quirks from riding them. Minus the emotional aspects of being unable to trust and let go of the horse (thanks O), I have also become much more reliant on my hands.
Cantering down a line with driving reins. Can you tell I was being told to keep my chin up?
We decided last lesson to break my little happy bubble and really get at this habit this past week. And it sucked. Or I did. I was chasing lesson pony like a bat out of hell, really pushing my hands at him to get down the lines. It was ugly. So trainer suggested a driving rein, flipping my hands around so that I’m better set up to sit back and really let elbows move. While it helped with my hands, it immediately took all my balance away. I could no longer lean on my hands and shuffle around. I had to really sit, and use my legs and pelvis to hold position.
So. Much. Weak.
Yay another blurry iPhone video still!
I felt very out of control. I cruised around the course again and again, screwing up my distances and just riding like a slob. Poor Grover’s life probably flashed before his eyes a few times, before I asked for a few minutes to walk and just gather my scattered brain. My trainer must have taken pity on me because she changed up my course and let me come through once more. I got a long spot, and then a slightly short spot, but at least I committed to something. Finally. I have some video evidence of my last attempt. Spoiler-it’s a floppy me jumping mostly teeny jumps. But it’s something!
Bottom line is that I obviously still have a very long way to go before I am back to my old strength, and along that path I’m going to have to make some adjustments in order to be a better rider. Why not fix those habits now? While everything is still fresh? It sucks, but I need to try to focus on growing as a rider.
Yesterday I felt rage. Stupid, red faced, teeth gritting rage. Because I came to a screeching conclusion that I really, really miss O.
Stupid, mean, ugly horse.
I am furious that I took a chance on her. Spitting mad that she was such a sweet girl. Furious at the fact she jumped so cute, and at how fun she could be. Frustrating at not knowing where to go next, and angry at myself for being scared. Pissed at the idea that we were aiming and dreaming for the 3′ and maybe the 3’6″ ring someday. And I feel so stupid for having all those dreams.
Because now she’s gone, and she took all my umpf away. I have 100 different options available to me, yet I don’t know what to dream about, or even to plan for. I poured in time, money, love, tears, and some of it feels wasted and I feel empty.
I am not saying I regret selling her; because I know that was what was right. But as I’m suddenly in this position where I have to make decisions, and new risks and ride unknown horses I realize how badly I wanted her to be my forever horse. In the real world though, it doesn’t matter how badly you want something, that doesn’t change the truth. What I can do is be mad. And I’m going to be, for as long as it take to get this out of my system. I shouldn’t have been so proud of myself for internalizing the whole selling process. I thought I was being really mature about it all. When really I just buried all my resentment, fears, and anger.
I’m done being okay with all of this. I’m ready to be mad and deal with it. Or cry about it tomorrow if I have to. I’m mad, and I should be. I didn’t get a chance at all of our dreams. And that sucks.
Thanks to Amanda from Bel Jour for the fun post.
Two truths and a lie. Which statement below is the lie?
- I once leased a horse trained as a professional trick horse…TRUTH: The gelding I leased in high school actually came from a man who trained him as two-horse act that supposedly jumped weird objects. Like cars and whatnot. He was a stud until he was 10, apparently became too much horse for it.
- The only two sale horses I rode while considering buying were named Ollie and Olive. TRUTH: Apparently I have a thing for horses with that similar name sound.
- I rode for my university’s equestrian team until is was disbanded after I graduated. LIE: I actually tried out and did not make it. My tryout ride was a huge disaster. Not something I’m proud of, but looking back, it was a really good thing for me.
Answers? I’ll update soon! Make your guess!
I’m wasn’t someone who is got all starry eyed and high pitched when babies were mentioned. I mostly just internally laughed at the fact that those
suckers parents who were up all night, covered in weird juices, and their very lives being dictated by these tiny, squishy narcissists.
But then I had one of my own. And I’m totally obsessed,so the joke is on me. While learning the inside and out of keeping a tiny human happy, I realized some things related directly to my time with horses. Allow me to share the reasons having horses in my life prepared me for having my daughter…
- The bills. $200 for baby shots and her monthly appointment? SIGN ME UP. Once you pay for a few vaccinations plus the farrier and such, I was clearing way more than that on a monthly basis for a horse. By this scale, baby is practically cheap.
- They can sense fear. I swear to God my daughter can tell when I’m not in a place to have her melt down on me. And then proceeds to melt down on me, just to be sure I remember who is boss. So number one rule, don’t fear the baby. Same rule applies to horses (duh).
- The opinions. You have them, my 2nd cousin once removed’s wife has them. Congrats. This goes for horses, and now babies. I do not need your constant opinions and 50 different recommendations. Thanks for adding to my anxiety.
Paint pony isn’t so sure about cooing pink cheetah dressed squish.
- Sleeping. I figure if I could drag myself out of bed in the dark hours of the night for a horse show, I can do the same for my baby. You know that adorable happy look your horse gives you when they see you. Babies do that too. Heart squeeze.
- Googling. Learned this the hard way with my injury prone pony. Do not google. Especially at weird hours of the night. You will not like what you find.
- Camera phone skills. If horse or baby is doing something, and it’s not life threatening…always take a second to take a picture. Because cute. iCloud storage be damned.
Like when you daughter decides this is the optimal toy chewing position.
- Poop. (You know I had to go there.) After you’ve mucked your way through years of lessons, or stepped in or on steamy horse poo….well the baby doesn’t even compare. Still ew. But just an ‘ew’ that you accept and move on from.
- Communication. I’ve spent so many years trying to wordlessly communicate with my horse. It’s not so different to try to figure out what your baby needs. There are things that don’t need words.
No words needed.
While I realize it’s April and soon the heavy layers of winter riding gear will be packed away for the warm season, I still wanted to share my review of Ariat’s Terrace Jacket.
I bought this February of 2015 while in San Antonio with some lovely bloggers for the weekend. We hit up some tack stores, and I snatched this jacket up on the cheap. It caught my eye because the lining has adorable German Shorthair dogs on it.
Within a few weeks it had warmed way up, so I didn’t really get to break in this jacket and see what it works like until this past winter.
- Ariat makes a sturdy coat! This one has had multiple run-in’s with trailer walls, horses mouth’s and me getting it caught on things. It doesn’t have a snag on it. One time I somehow managed to catch one of the loops in something, and when I pulled away it just unsnapped. Easiest fix ever (just resnap it).
- I love the color. It’s a deep red that is fun and pretty without making me look like a firetruck.
- The dog print silky lining is adorable, because anything with cute dogs wins in my book.
- It’s warm. I loved wearing this coat, and felt totally comfortable outside in the Midwestern winter where temperatures hang out in the 20’s and 30’s. It was my go-to all winter long.
- The fit is really great. I’m usually a size medium and this fits with just the right about of room that I can squeeze a smaller, tighter jacket on or even just layered shirts if I need more warm. If I just have the coat on, I don’t look horribly bulky.
- It’s SMART. There are tons of little features that I love to have in a riding jacket. The front zips and buttons up higher so you can protect your neck from the vicious winter wind. The back has a ducktail so your butt is more covered while you ride. It’s adjustable at the waist, plus the double zipper so you can adjust to what degree you want the coat open. The pockets zip shut as well, and are placed for easy use. It seems to repel dirt, or at least brush off well.
- Double use? I felt like this coat was definitely pretty enough to wear to my 8-5, and often wore it to work events. So it’s more than just a barn coat for me.
Overall, it is one of my favorite coats of all time, and hopefully one that I can use for a long time. Priced regularly around $110, I grabbed this for sale at $45. Which makes it even better in my mind. Since it’s last years coat, you might be able to find as good of a deal on it, but sadly online Dover seems to be the only online carrier, which I would not advise ordering from. However, I would definitely recommend looking into an Ariat coat for this year’s winter gear, just based on the quality of this one.