Because he is an asshole and I hate him.
Yesterday we had our first New York episode of "Bobby loses his shit completely for no fucking reason and refuses to get it back because he's too busy throwing himself into walls and any inanimate object he can find." Although to be fair, we've been up here for about a month now. I guess we were overdue.
For the first time in a good long while, he actually almost dumped me. If he hadn't immediately gone from prop/fling yourself sideways to half-rear/throw your head in your rider's face, I wouldn't have been able to catch myself on his neck and instead would have gone tumbling right over his shoulder.
Thanks, Bobby. You're such a compassionate horse, always looking out for the person sitting on your back.
|ricky was sure i was going to try to murder doodle in his sleep|
when i walked in the paddock, so he had to go over and guard him.
Needless to say, I wasn't in much of a mood to go visit with the fucker today. But we do have a show Sunday (oh god, we're all going to die...), and I want to jump him every day between today and then. My hope is that he might actually be a little tired by the time Sunday rolls around, and we won't actually die.
Let's be honest though. The chances are high of
Anyway, I did make it to the barn this afternoon and got my jump school in. And Bobby was actually quite alright. He didn't seem to hold a grudge from the day before--although what grudge he would have been holding, I don't know, as I certainly wasn't the one slamming my leg into the wall repeatedly. It's okay, Bobby. Who needs shin bones anyway?
I had a single 3' vertical set up on the diagonal so that I could take it off the right lead either from a short distance off the wall or a long approach. I also set up a 3' line with a flower box jump and a picket fence that could ride in a very forward 4, a settled 5, or a collected 6. Three guesses what we usually ended up getting...
My goal though was to regulate Bobby's stride between the line and get the distance I wanted. The first
From there, I worked on getting the distance to the first fence right while still having control on landing and keeping it on the approach to the second jump. Very fucking tricky, and we worked hard to get it right while breaking up the repetitions with the diagonal jump both on its own and made into a bending line with the gate a few times.
|snorkeling in mud puddles.|
As we were finishing up, the woman that does stalls, boards several horses there, and who has competed in hunters along with her daughter and granddaughter, stopped by the ring to watch us go. We did three jumps so-so, and she asked if I wouldn't mind if she gave me some input since I'd told her we were gearing up for our first hunter show. Obviously I was like, "Tell me ALL the things! Please, please, please!"
She told me that our canter coming into the corner and out of the corner was perfect, but as soon as we saw the fence, I drove Bobby with my seat and interrupted our rhythm. "The number one thing they're looking for is consistency in pace, so if you focus on nothing else, focus on keeping the canter the same."
Certainly not a new insight, but sometimes hearing it in a new way sticks in your head. So we came around again, I made sure to remind myself to not move a single fucking muscle in my stupid fucking body, aaaanddd.....
Bobby was golden. Not so golden on landing and needed a strong ride to not go blasting off for the four instead of the five, but the first fence was miles better than the times before.
|the bird killer stalking innocent geese.|
Things to chant in my head this weekend:
- Don't move.
- Big release no matter what.
- Don't move.
- Stop picking.
- Stop pulling.
- Stop driving.
- Stop moving.
Things Bobby needs to chant in his head this weekend:
- Don't be an asshole.
- .....no, I guess that's about it.