I was doing the beding line exercise again and the striding was just not working out from either direction this time, no matter how I tried to approach both fences. I can't even use that as an excuse though. Hubby and I went down to the barn around six because it was turning into a really late day, and since he sometimes gets home at five, I figured I'd invite him along (and put him to work exercising Bobby so his enormously stocked up legs would go down). Red thought this was much too late to work, especially since he had a giant pile of hay just put in front of his face.
I thought I had a good canter going into it, and he took the first vertical okay, but he went too far to the left headed for the second fence. I assumed he was going to jump it since, HELLO, it is only 2'3, but dear old Red thought otherwise and ran out. I did a very slow slide off the right side of him, barely missing the standard, landing right on my butt, flopping onto my back, and bouncing my head hard off the ground. It is here that I say I will never own another crash helmet besides a Charles Owen. They're so cushion-y, I didn't even have a headache. Hubby didn't even see the fall, but amazingly caught the most kick ass picture ever.
No harm done besides a very uncomfortable ride with sand down my ass. We had a couple of knock downs from him being super lazy, and I finally caved and got the whip out. No problems after that!
I'm going to clear the jumps and measure out a small dressage arena so I can start working on the dressage test. I'll alternate that with some hacking in the gamelands for awhile so I don't burn out his pea brain on jumping. I'll leave you with some cheese...