I tacked up a surprisingly chipper Robert and we went back up to the outdoor where I found, both to my dismay and delight, that it had just been dragged. It really needed it and it looked really good, but my lazy ass had to set the jumps back up. I threw Bobby out on grass, reset the jumps in their same boring pattern as yesterday, and caught him again. He was having a pissy fit about invisible bugs and he clocked me so hard on the head with his own giant noggin that I whacked him a good one in the chest. I reached up to finish buckling his bridle and he went flying backwards with his head in the air like, "OMG, YOU BEAT ME! YOU BEAT ME SO HARD!" I let him hit the end of the reins and glared him down until he caved and walked back over. "No? Not falling for it? Ok, let's be friends again."
We did a long warm up on the flat to make up for no dressage rides this week. Leg yields, trot lengthenings (they're on the brink of being legit!), canter lengthenings, counter canter, yada yada. I let him take a breather when Sarah came into the arena so that I could have a laugh at her expense again and then we got to jumping. I'd knocked everything up to a whopping 2'6" with the intention of having everything at least at 3' by our show next weekend.
Jumps we jumped:
I micromanage everything about my life, including riding, so badly that it's hard for me to just sit there and let someone else do the work, but that's really what Bobby needs. He also needs a heavy ass half halt on occasion when he gets the zoomies after a jump, but that's besides the point. We've got the rudimentary shit sorted out now I think. Now I have to remind myself to ask for the right leads over the jumps so I don't have to bother with flying changes (although he's rocking the shit out of those lately as well), and to work on keeping my heel down over jumps. I can feel it creeping up as we go over. I can't, however, feel my leg swinging wildly in the breeze so that's a small win.
I rode in the arena for about forty five minutes and decided to cap it off by a quick trail ride.
We trotted out to the galloping hill, ran up that, and at Sarah's request did a set of conditioning work so she could see where I went for each gait so she didn't have to have a watch to time it. Two minute trot up and downhill, one minute canter uphill and on the flat, one minute walk on the flat. Walked the rest of the way home miles ahead of Memphis. Bobby let him get ahead when we trotted and even for a few seconds while we cantered, but he was not going to let the Dutch Hippo beat him home. Poor Memph.
Bobby was lathered when we were done since his internal temperature seems to run about five thousand degrees hotter than other horses (he seriously breaks into a heavy sweat when he farts too hard). He got a bath and hung out in the sun while I scrubbed my now-white tack clean.
|"i would like the cookies now."|
|"hey, dude. let's derp together."|