I was apparently feeling a little big for my lesson kid britches after my lesson on the red giraffe. This week I headed to my usual Wednesday night lesson outing, and after a rough few days at work, I was really excited to ride. I listened to some jams to survive rush hour, had my riding clothes all packed up, leftovers were in the fridge for husband and child…I was feeling real good about life.
Except, you know, there were no lessons planned for that night. But I didn’t know that. Trainer was trying to get out of town to horse show. I probably would known that if I had been a good lesson kid and checked the lesson board. But that was a big nope.
Guys, it was so embarrassing. Mainly because I kind of got choked up about it. I wanted to ride so bad, but the show horses were all shipping out, lesson ponies had the day off, Dee was gone. So you know, the smallest violin ever started playing for me.
Waving off my trainers apologies (because clearly not her fault) I made a mad dash to go hide in car in case I actually cried over my missed lesson.
I made it just about .5 mile down the road when I started getting texts from trainer.
My trainer hung around until I got changed into riding clothes, tacked up her adorable schoolie, and hoped on. Since I wasn’t sure what the plan was, I was even more excited when she stayed late for a private lesson for me.
This schoolie was new to me, and is such a classy gentlemen. He was a tall, slim, flea-bit grey thoroughbred, who quietly loped around a little 2′ course with me, swapping his leads and happy ears the entire ride. There were no great revelations from the lesson, other than to keep my leg on, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that my trainer was right. I needed to get on a horse. To cool him out, she shooed us outside and we took a nice solo wander around the barn property. It was exactly what I needed. Trainer is on the road for a bit, but there are local shows to cheer on friends at soon and that will be the perfect distraction!