Since I'm supposed to be revising for that exam, I thought I'd post. The outdoor was basically a mud puddle. I remembered falling off into that wet sand about a year ago... or less... and immediately suppressed the memory. It wasn't going to happen again. We were jumping, a double, and then a fence at …
Return of Mojo
I think I may have my seat back over the fences, as far as Rebel is concerned. We took some low ones on Saturday: the first was so low that he just stepped over it. The others that followed were a little higher, but the exercise we were doing required that we take the fence, …
A Decision
I made a decision this morning: I wasn't going to rush. Rush physically as in: from the house to the first bus stop, from the terminus to the bank machine to the next bus, from the bus to the taxi. As in mentally: doing the whole procedure in my head whilst my body moved it, …
This is a Test
THIS IS ONLY A TEST Dressage test, that is. Having recently watched my first ever execution of said sort of test, I could see what the attraction was, and it's certainly a good argument to take up against those who think that you just sit there on the back of a horse. We did a …
Wibbly Wobbly Wonder
NOT SURE WHAT THAT IS, IS IT ICE CREAM? I was kinda crap on Thursday, and though it might have been, I don't know, being rusty, couldn't keep my balance at all, but I had had Rebel on Tuesday and even though we had an ongoing battle for the bit, it was a good night, …
Cold Back, Warm Heart
It's the kind of rain that Ireland has elevated to an art form: a drizzling flurry of precipitation that encourages one to eschew hood and brolly, but that, nevertheless, results in a good soaking. The mountains were wreathed in mist, the sky a bowl of gray laying directly on the top of one's head, with …
The Little 3-0
Right. It was Thursday, and it was time to Tango. I'm not giving up. It's not the kind of stubbornness that makes me heedless, though. I know that if I get nowhere with him, if it becomes too intimidating or scary, I won't ride him anymore. But I'm intent — my intention is to learn …
The Big 9-0
Once again, a threshold crossed with no warning. The weather has cleared up to the extent that the sun comes out towards the end of the day. The summer is waning — it's getting that bit darker, again, earlier — and out we go on a ride out to take advantage of the grudging seasonability. …
The Lesson of the Fifth Fence
I keep seeing it: over the double, and there's that fence. Just sitting there. The number five in black on the red placard. There it is, and there we go, Delilah and I, right past it as opposed to over it. I tell myself I felt a hesitation in her stride. Well? What are we …
Is That What Life Coaching is About?
So, I've become complacent, I know that. In light of trying not to be lazy, I took Tango for my private lesson. Big, windy sigh. I can't begin to know what is really going on with him — you can't get close enough to get a physical feeling off him. It's not just that he's …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 