From DeeDee and my family-Merry Christmas to you and yours!
From DeeDee and my family-Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Apparently I do have magical powers, or perhaps God just took pity on us horse people because the morning of the horse show dawned dry and miraciously warm. It was a toasty 40 degrees while I was tacking up, and even thought a slight mist started down a few hours later when I was actually mounted, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
The weather man scared most of our entries away, and it ended up being a very small show, mostly competing against people I knew. Which is fine, if not a little anti-climatic. We were put in the 2’6” classes, and so our flats went first. I got on only a few minutes before to stretch out Dee’s legs outside before meandering into our class. It was pretty full, with maybe 7-8 horses. We did our thing, and undersaddle snagged a 2nd place to start off the day.
My trainer asked that I come out for equitation round. So Dee and I wandered back out into the rain to get her martingale on for jumping. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed to not flat again. (Don’t judge) Flats are not the most exciting classes-but she’s a cute little horse and I was eager to be in the ring.
I was the first back on Dee, so I was lined up and ready to roll into our warm-up. Dee stood like a lady in the misty rain. A little chestnut gelding came out, and in we went. We were supposed to do the add step this round, and so I started out with a little pitter patter canter and headed on our way. Considering how much I’m having to cram her step in, I think she jumps around nicely-if not a little under powered. Coming down the bending line I half halted a bit too much, and we threw in an awkward trot step/tranter jump over the oxer. I get awkwardly jumped out of the tack, but we land and canter on just fine.
After completing my courtesy circle, my trainer tells me to just stay in for the 1st hunter class. I reverse and off we go again! It’s much the same struggle of really keeping her step small and I then over-corrected to the single on the bending and we have to “climb” over the vertical. But again, Dee is a correct and smart little horse and we make it around easily.
When I leave the ring after that class, my trainer mentions to me that she thinks we should be done for the day. I just nodded.
I wanted to write all this last week when I was fired up about it in so many ways. I was fired up because not only did I make it back to the show ring (abeit a small one), but that we took home a 3rd place in our one judged jumping round! Yay?!
I also wanted to be fired up about how I have been dying to show since the day I stopped showing in March of 2015…yet only managed to get into 2 judged classes at my home stable. But now I just feel deflated by it all. Getting the stomach flu the week after didn’t help either, but I actually haven’t ridden since the show. Honestly, I haven’t really wanted to. Maybe my lesson tonight will help drag me out of my “blah” fest.
I adore Dee, that’s not really a question here. I love riding, also not a question. But I’d liken being pulled from classes at a home stable kind of like being benched during a home basketball game or something. It really gives you a hit in the gut.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just struggling to see the good side of things? Whatever it is, I’m glad I got to show at all, and am hoping to get back out there soon. If anything to prove to myself I can!
First thing-thank you to everyone who left such kind words on my last post. This community is one of a kind!
Anyway, I realized today that while I finally have rides to report on, I suddenly have no time to actually write them. Kind of ironic eh? Better planning is on my to do list.
So where are we at? I’m still basking in the fact I have nice horse to hop on and enjoy. Demelia has been nothing if not sweet, and good natured as I figure her out. We had our first lesson, a mostly flat ride with lots of critique on my riding. As I mentioned before, she’s very broke and the biggest issue is keeping her going. Which means my bad habits have no place to hide. Yikes.
Spent most of the ride trying to straighten my inside shoulder (and look less like a hunchback at the canter) and allow my wrists to give without opening my fingers. The struggle is real. Also, who knew cantering over 4 poles on the ground could be so hard?
As for my other rides, it’s just been a matter of getting into a groove again. Figuring out what actually needs to stay at my locker at the barn, or what treat might lure DeeDee into coming to me in the field. The little sausage comes when her Momma calls her–not so much luck for me as of yet.
The best things so far regarding this half lease, is the fact that one night I had to go out late due to things like a baby, and work, and laundry, and life. I hopped on Dee and we took a perfect stroll around the property. Just enjoying the fabulous weather and being able to ride. We are so lucky to have these types of moments!
And basically the rest of my life was consumed with binge watching the Olympics. I’m still dealing with the withdrawals.
There are things that I’ve kept off blog because:
1. It’s personal
2. It’s not set in stone, and things change fast
I’ve been playing with my budget and really toying with what I want long term. A new horse is a huge commitment, and to a certain degree my life is too crazy to think of bringing in my next dream horse home right this second.
You know I couldn’t just sit around right?
So thanks to some amazing friends, my great trainer and the husband of the year, I now have a half lease in place.
Half of this horse to be precise.
Demelia and I have gotten to know each other a bit over the past few months, and like I mentioned before, I had a big ole crush on the little
sausage warmblood. When the situation worked out that she needed another consistent rider, and I was dying to find something to ride…well it’s a match! The lease just kicked off, and both of us are going to be cardio-ing up for the first few weeks to get as fit as possible. The mare is by far the most broke, and trained I’ve ridden consistently since high school, so I’m really excited to see what this partnership will bring. And really? Just look at that sweet face!
Apparently I have a type.
Great sense of humor.
And extremely tolerant.
Meet Demelia. Or DeeDee.
She belongs to some friends at the barn, and lately has been attending our trainers version of fat camp because the girl has got a little too much junk in the trunk. What does that mean for me? I get to steal her for ride or two during the weeks her Mommas can’t work her enough.
She’s a 10 year old American Warmblood, sweet as pie, fancy, and puts up with whatever shenanigans I’ve thought up that day. Also, no, I did not grow, she’s just a bit on the shorter side. Don’t let her size fool you though, this little lady steps around the children’s hunter ring like a walk in the park. I’m loving the chance to ride her, and hopefully get to know her more this summer while we both enjoy an increase in our cardio workouts!