Luckily, I knew the answer to the question. When told to take Amigo for my private lesson, I sagged inside. But I went and got his rug off him, and decided it was better to ride him one-on-one rather than struggle in front of a lesson full of people. Sharon and I had a chat …
Magical Endorphins
All it took was another lesson, and all those muscles that had bunched up in shock unfurled again. It's always been my experience that whatever hurts after you horseride will feel better once you put your body back into position, and get those lovely, lovely endogenous opiates flowin'. So all of Thursday's aches and pains …
And On That Note
The last jump of 2008 was rather eventful. After the antler removal, Rebel was going great, we were jumping really well, and as we came around again, I made a special point to really keep my leg, to sit lightly, and to try to get myself into position at the pole on the ground- Good …
Bum Rush
I'm really getting this 'pushing with your seat' lark. I had Paul for my last private lesson of 2008, and when you have Paul, you just go until your whole body feels broken, much less your legs, in a good way of course. We did two fences, one at B and a straight at X, …
You Can Keep Yer Theory of Relativity
I got Rebel to give me inside bend on Tuesday. Both Nikki and I realised it at exactly the same time. She shouted, 'Good, Sue! Look at that! Can you feel it?' just as I looked up at her, gobsmacked. I could feel it, and I could see it, too. I could see his inside …
My Friend
It is cold here. Readers in the States, those in the midwest and northeast, will laugh and laugh, but it's 30 degrees Farenheit, and we are bitchin'. Covert negotiations between the instructors allowed the adults to take the indoor, and why not? The children can take the weather, hardy little beings that they are... and …
Frisky
It's gotten to be a habit: every Tuesday before the lesson, I pick out Rebel's feet and give him an auld combover. He was in a mood this past week; he's mostly stopped farting in my face when I lift his near hind hoof, but he came up with some new tricks. As I clawed …
Rolling Up the Irons
I had promised to write about how I rode Rinaldo properly. It was a Thursday morning, and I wandered out of the main building and went looking for Ruth. Paul walked by and said, 'Take Rinaldo today.' Which lead me to assume that Ruth wasn't around, that Paul was taking my lesson, and that I …
New Kid in Town
Very exciting! A big flea-bitten grey called Amigo, who doesn't speak Spanish. As far as I can tell at this stage, anyway. I'm hoping to have go on him once he gets acclimated to the school. I get a good vibe off him, I have to say. Nibbly in a friendly, curious kind of way, …
How’d I Do That?
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 …
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