There was an apparently impromptu lesson going on in the indoor and I really wanted to do more than avoid people for once, so I threw on Bobby's jump tack and slopped through the mud up to the outdoor. It was sloppy, but totally rideable. I rolled two ground poles together in the middle of the arena to work over. I really wanted to set up an X, but sinking up to my ankles convinced me the footing wasn't that good.
|not even close to representing the slop. |
also, we lost a bell boot.
We had a really nice w/t/c, collecting and lengthening his canter from half seat. Sane, happy work over the poles. Some no stirrup work. Leg yields. Nothing ground breaking, but all easy peasy. Well, easy peasy on Bobby's part. Holy shit, do I lose fitness fast. Too much time in my dressage saddle has made my calves feel very, very sad doing two point. Very. Fucking. Sad. I feel a trail ride in two point coming on.
|giant dopey donkey head.|
Today I read two blog posts when I came home from the barn. One from Savvy's mom, one from Shyloh's mom. I point these out because they both carry the same message: I underestimate how awesome my horse has become, and how much of a bad ass she is. I was like, "Dudes! You don't say. I was just telling Hubby the same thing!" Only I wasn't because I was just reading a blog, but I'm saying it now, Savvy and Shyloh's moms.
I wanted to set up a couple of jumps in the outdoor today, but when I went up there, the ground was literally cement. Something about wet stone dust freezing? Who knew? So I very begrudgingly went down to the indoor where there were some trot poles and two lines of jumps set up. Bobby warmed up a little sloth-like, but I had my spurs on and he eventually went to work.
As we were cantering along, I got ballsy (and bored) (and mad I wasn't in the outdoor) and went over the tiny X while on a circle. Bobby went over it in stride, landed on the correct lead, and carried on like it hadn't even happened. We switched directions and went over a little vertical the same way. Uh, what?
Hubby was like, "Is everything going okay?" with a look like, "Are you about to have another crazy person melt down?" Fair enough, Hubby. Fair enough.
Basically, what it comes down to is that I'm trying to be a little more Zen in my approach to Bobby, and a little smarter. Since he's such a dope, and so slow in general, I just expect him to lope around a stadium course like a hunter. Well, he's not a hunter. He's actually a very similar ride in stadium to Red. Give him his head, if he rushes, he rushes, and move on to the next. No picking at his face, no hauling on his mouth, no running him into the jump. While Red didn't always find his own perfect distance, he was the tidiest jumper I've ever sat on. I think Bobby, while a giant awkward doofus, can be the same way. He doesn't like to hit the rails, and he goes out of his way to get us over without touching anything.
That was a very long, rambling way of agreeing with Savvy and Shyloh's moms. My horse is awesome. My horse has confidence in himself. I need to have confidence in my horse because he is awesome.
|favorite face rubs.|