After I had cried out my anger and frustration about how pitiful I rode during our schooling, I had a few hours to get a grip on life. By the time I was called to get into the tack again, I was in the mindset of “hey, how much worse can it get?”
Well folks, turns out a lot. Also, sorry because I haven’t had time to update videos because of life. They will be debuting in all their refusal glory later this week.
Trainer had advised me to get into the 2 foot hunters so that I would have one class before my 2’6” classes to O to see the course again. Not that she doesn’t see and jump these objects ALL THE TIME, but hey, we were being careful.
Course numero uno:
-We stopped at the first jump
-We stopped at the 8th jump (previously had been the crossrail of doom from schooling)
-We stopped at the 9th jump (we only made it 2-3 strides down the line before she said “hell no” to this one.
-As we trotted out I actually apologized to the judge.
-The jumps she did go over, she jumped cute and quiet.
So basically I walk out and say WTF horse?!?! My trainer said I gave her the ride she needed, but she just isn’t getting over herself. Awesome. I get off, and wait another hour plus until I ride again.
It’s the flat classes first up. I freakin’ love flat classes, and at this point I am looking for a beacon of light anywhere. I hop on, walk horse into ring with 14 other horses for the under saddle. I walk out with a 2nd place. She was lovely. We were beat by a fancy little pony. I can live with that. Ten riders stay in the ring for equitation. I pick up the 2nd place again. Also-my sitting trot is great because my horse softens and coasts across the ring like the grown up, trained horse she actually is. Internal fist pump of glory. At least I look okay while we stop at all these jumps? Right? Right.
My 2’6” over fences were a blur. There was a warm-up, two under saddles, and 1 equitation. We had stops in everything but the equitation. And with over 20 horses in the classes I knew I was out of the ribbons. I used it to school, and actually circled and came back to the line from hell in one of the classes because I HAD to get her to do it twice in a row. No one seemed to care, but people did stay back from the railing as we got close.
But we did make it around the equitation round. No idea what the difference was, I felt that I rode it the exact same I did all the other times I was trying to get her over the fences. This time she played along. We took a 5th. Oh and got both our lead changes.
Funny lead change snaps from the video:
So looking at my ribbons, two reds and a pink, you would actually think it went pretty well. That said, I know it didn’t. I do not want a stopper. And in my mind I’m simply waiting for someone to officially title her that. After a 12+ hour day, and several drinks, I poured myself into bed in order to get some sleep before the finale of the weekend dawned: the judge was staying to clinic us Sunday. I had a feeling it was going to get interesting.