Lesson Kid Fails

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.

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Thanks for the image google

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.


This is why you pay them the “big bucks”. Because they get it.  They get how badly you might need to ride.

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!

He got all the pets and treats for giving up his night off for me to ride!

 

February Schooling Show

Since our facility was hosting another show at the end of February, Dee and I were all set to go out and bop around the 2’6” classes again. The week of we had some good rides, some meh rides, and decided that schooling the morning of the show wasn’t worth the details.  I know that if I’d been on O again, I would’ve had a meltdown…and I’m guessing we would’ve had like 10 stops (one for each fence).  However, I felt pretty good about going in on Dee.  She doesn’t have a stop button, so I figured we’d be fine.

Okay so onto the media stuff: I do not remember the order, so I’m just winging it.  I believe there were 8 or so of us in these classes?  Also, my saddle pad does NOT fit Dee’s saddle.  I refuse to buy a saddle pad for her because I have no idea if we’ll show again.  So ignore the eye sore please.  Anyway.  Off we go.

We won this class (below).  The outside line by the crowd isn’t perfect, I avoided the chip, but had an ugly takeoff.  But I loved the way we rode this long approach green oxer and I think the diagonal rides really nice, even if we both got a little quick over the fence.

 

We got 2nd in this class.

It rode really nice, Dee couldn’t stop staring at the really bright sunspot in the corn of the ring, and cut it too close on the crowd outside line’s single.   But overall, happy with this round.

We got 3rd in this class.  I believe this was equitation, and  I was the only rider to ditch her coat for a sweater.  Worth it.  This round was fine, nothing glamorous, and I feel like maybe I couldn’t let off the gas pedal a bit.  I definitely had enough horse.

Dee and I also picked up a 2nd on the flat for under saddle, and a 5th on the flat for equitation.  The week before my trainer was calling this a sweater/winter coat affair…but then everyone showed up in jackets.  Except for me.  (wah wah)  It wasn’t a huge deal, but do feel like I was a little under dressed.  I guess I need to finally buck up a buy a new jacket eh?

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At the end of the day I was so pleased with Dee.  All of her family was there (showing/riding/cheering) so I was even more happy to give her a decent ride.  Trainer was happy, horse was happy, I was happy==big time win.

Dee and I had a quiet week last week because of my 3rd (and hopefully last) bout with the stomach flu.  Day care is atrocious sometimes.  Good think kids are cute, because they are little germ cities.  Fingers crossed this week we’ll be able to get back to regularly scheduled programming.

November Questions

Thanks L!

How old is the youngest/greenest horse you’ve ridden? 4-5 year old sale gelding back in the high school days.
How old is the oldest horse you’ve ridden? Is dinosaur a term?  We had this ANCIENT school horse who had to be pushing 27+ when I first started riding.

Were you scared of horses when you first started riding? Nope, it was sheer joy.

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Always smiles!

Would you say you’re a more nervous rider or a confident rider? Most days I’m pretty confident.  I will say that I am very self-preservation based though.  Do not like getting hurt.

Biggest pet peeve about non-horse people around horses? Hmmm good question.  Maybe when they talk about the time they rode and the horse acted up and it was “so bad”.  Whatever peeps.

A time you’ve been scared for your life?  I recently rode a friends horse who kind of lost her mind with me and was WILD.  I very rarely feel as scared as I was on her.  It was not okay, and I was afraid both of us were going to get hurt.

Have you ever fallen off at show? What happened? I like to fall off in schooling, so usually the night before.  When I was 11 I was doing a little bareback class and the old man Morgan horse I was riding bounced me right off at the trot.  I guess that counts too?

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Didn’t fall off it this show-shocking.

What’s a breed of horse you’ve never ridden but would like to ride? Bring me all the pony breeds.  But it would need to be a large, because I’m 5’10”.  I never got to suffer the wrath of the tiny ponies, and miss it!

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Comparing leg lengths to Deedees.


Describe the worst behaved horse you’ve ridden? Sadly I would say that when we were still asking O to jump around, and she was blatantly not interested she could become pretty nasty.

The most frustrating ride you’ve ever had? Ugh, hands down.  This day.

 

Camera Roll Updates: October 2016 Edition

I had about 5 half finished posts that just didn’t seem to get done…and then life happened and I didn’t know how to catch up.  But now I’m decided-here’s the down low on where I’ve been/what I’ve been up to according to my phones camera roll (pretty this idea is stolen from Emma!):

Here we go!

I’ve been riding a lot.

Spot the baby keeping watch…

My daughter rode her pony of the first time.


And then, her first “full size” horse because it’s her Dads mare and we couldn’t resist how excited she was to see the horses.


I stole this spicy little western mare for the annual family trail ride.


I got rear ended on the highway and luckily was able to drive away.  Missed my riding lesson though.


I drank some wine.


I found this painting that I think I need for my dining room.


And I rigged up a new way to get snacks to #tinyequestrian while I ride.

Snacks buckled onto the little human.


I experienced my first Oktoberfest!  Then split a bottle amongst work friends on a downtown rooftop.


Also, she stands and kind of walks…lord help us!


Goals for the next few weeks:

1. Get some media of the fancy Deedee in action!

2. Actually finish a blog post, or thought or….

Back on Course

My path back to being fit and able to ride less like a drunk monkey, and more like myself has been sporadic.  But I do have good news.  Last week I was able to school a horse I had never ridden over a full course…twice.

Oh and I didn’t die.

Yes, he was another schoolie who knows not to waste energy on shenanigans, but still.  Baby steps people.

I’m starting to remember pace, I’m remembering where the distance is, and I’m remembering that I do really enjoy this!  I had a clingy moment during the ride and tried to put in 4.25 strides in a 4.  Immediately I went into survival mode, full expecting to get tossed over a shoulder.  But the saintly gelding just sighed and put in the biggest, ugliest chip stride I’ve seen in a long time, and popped over.  So I guess the drunk monkey riding isn’t gone forever, but those moments are getting further apart.

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Throwback to super fit Genny.

This weeks lesson, it was reinforcing pace and steadiness.  I was back on my handsome friend Grover, and as long as I kept him nice and straight we bounced right through our poles, and over the bending line without any issues.  In fact I even felt like I could keep my leg in place and really sit up through the little course.  All signs of returning fitness I hope.

Of course with my returning fitness I can’t help but think forward to this summer!  I’m hoping to check off some items on my to do list, but most of all, just having a hell of a good time doing what I love!  Bring on all the horses.

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The Way My Brain Works

After I sold O I had about 1000 different ideas about how I would proceed in the future with horses.  They fall under three main catagories:

  1. Lease a horse
  2. Buy a horse
  3. Scramble and ride whatever I can

But after those three directions…things got a little crazy.  Below is a list of the array of things I’ve thought about doing.  Some completely ridiculous, some more plausible….

  • Buy a cute, young horse to bring up through the hunter world. (like I did with O, but hopefully it wouldn’t hate to jump)
  • Bring up baby horse.  My husband has a ‘baby horse’ who is 4 and couldn’t hurt to put miles on.

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    He’s not this little anymore!

  • Buy a greenie off the track.  Because I loved my OTTB’s I worked with in high school, and would love to have my own again.
  • Adopt a mustang.  Because Elisa Wallace and several bloggers here make them look like tiny sporty badasses.
  • Lease something with some experience, and hit the shows hard.
  • Buy a baby horse.
  • Steal my father-in-law’s lovely black Percheron mare  Because she looks like something out of a fairy tale.  Also, feathers.IMG_2253
  • Forget my pursuits, buy a young large pony, and spend the next few years bringing it up the levels.  It’ll be a rockstar by the time baby girl can really ride.
  • Explore new disciplines!  Eventing (at the lowest level) looks like something my stomach might be able to handle.  Or hey, what about foxhunting!?  We have a great local organization for both.
  • Maybe I’m going too far and really just want to play jumpers?  Speed and bling are welcome there, and I like both those things.

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    Back when I knew how to turn and burn.

What all of this really breaks down to is I have zero clue what I’m going to do next anymore.  I thought I did.  Then I found more options….and then others…and now we are here.  But the biggest piece of advice everyone shared with me is that I shouldn’t rush.  I should take my time and enjoy what I’m doing.   So for now, I’m going to keep poking my way around the hunter ring with cute schoolies.  After that…who knows!?

 

 

Aches and Pains

After baby I was back in the saddle about 7 weeks later.  I felt totally floppy/messy, but I was there.  Then O left, and instead of riding 2-3 times a week, I suddenly was doing the once a week lesson thing.  My first lesson was fine, but I also spent equal times fuming and laughing at myself.  It is quite possibly the most frustrating thing to know what you are supposed to do, and realize your body can’t do it.  But in some ways it’s just hilarious, because you know you look ridiculous too.  (pony kicks for everyone)

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Want to ride like this….

Last Thursday was my second ‘real’ lesson, and honestly I spent the majority of it embarrassed.  Not that I thought a few rides would make a huge difference, but I expected something to be better.  Uh…nope.

If anything, I felt like I was getting more floppy, gross, and just spaztic in the tack.  My schoolie, a new one to me, probably thought I’d lost my mind because we spent a lot of time walking.  I had to focus on not dying after just posting trot, or two pointing around a full lap.  Humiliating.

My trainer is the best, and I try to laugh it off, but it really is hard.  The basic conclusion is that I need something to ride more often.  I’m not going to recover from 6 months off by riding once a week.  At least not quickly.  So there is about 5 different plans in motion, and we’ll just have to see what works out.

All I can tell you is that I’m so sore today my arms kind of hurt when I stretch out to type and carrying the baby up and down the stairs is a whole production.  Let’s not even talk about the dumb choice to wear heels Friday.  My thighs are killing.