Rollercoaster! Woo Ooo Ooo Oo!

I stood, somewhat grimly, at the doors of the arena. It was Saturday, and I didn’t know what my answer would be to the question: ‘Who do you want?’

I had ridden Rebel on the previous Thursday. We hadn’t had a lesson on Tuesday, due to Paddy’s Day, and after having felt so successful on Morris, I felt I could ride Reb in a private lesson. I felt I had to, had to eradicate the memory of that rotten day, and that reckless buck-and-run. I talked about it throughout the lesson, and it reinforced the wisdom of talking about my experiences with experienced people, and I got this nugget that I hope to remember as necessary: you never stop learning with horses. Even if — when! — I have my own horse, anything could happen, the horse changes, I change, and that it’s a learning curve that is always… curving.

Nevertheless… I wasn’t all that sure that I wanted to ride Rebel that day.

Amigo was offered. I hesitated, and was reminded that I’d had a good go on him the first time I’d ridden him. In my mind, I thought, Yeah, well, the second was a disaster, and the third time wasn’t much better… But I said yes.

It was if the Seat Fairy had gifted me with a new bum, and by extension [ha, ha], new legs.

I got up there and we started to walk and it was as if I’d never had any difficulty adapting to his long, lopey gait. He swung forward, and I swung with him, taking the lessons I’d learned on Morris and applying them to Amigo: I didn’t work too hard, I didn’t push with my seat, I sat light in the saddle, I had my legs on, and moving, with his stride.

It was WONDERFUL. He’s a bit slow to start — in fact, I think he was sleepwalking all the way down from the barn to the arena — but once we got going, I was solid, yet free, moving smoothly in the rising trot, turning him in beautiful 20 metre circles — and he listened to my leg! Both of them! Bliss!

I had had some trouble in the sitting trot preceding the canter, but not so this day. Down, leg back, and off we went, and what lovely canters they were. I was secure enough to begin to make the adjustments that have been called to me from the ground lately: shoulders back, back straight yet flexible in the lower, heels down down down, leg on for inside bend…

I left the yard that day renewed. Seriously. I had found my seat on a horse that listened to me and wanted to go. I felt like I had really ridden, not just waged a war with a horse that grudgingly did what I wanted when he wanted to do it. And the stronger I get, in my seat, in myself, the more likely that I’ll be able to ride Rebel better the next time… whenever that may be…

One Reply to “Rollercoaster! Woo Ooo Ooo Oo!”

  1. Wahey!!! Amigo and Morris both sound gorgeous – I’ve always gone for the wee ones eg 14 hh but after a few weeks on my big red 16.2 hh QH I’ve completely changed my mind, I liiike the big boys! (Wha’ a roide!) It’s incredible how a lesson can just *click* on a horse you didn’t previously get on with (that’s get ON with, not get off) after you’ve had a couple of lessons on other ponies. It’s like every horse teaches you something you then apply to the next lesson … or something.

    Hmmmm I’d stay away from Reb a bit longer though … bit of a “toxic relationship” eh? (sounds familiar roflmao).

    Ooh and the “placid” lesson on Morris (Mau-rrrrrrice) sounds brilliant! Funny how the most breakthrough lessons can look so sedate but work you and the horse sooooo hard.

    (fangirrrrl email on way re: Drama Queen – LOVED IT!)

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