I can't even.
I rode on Wednesday afternoon last week because it was 35*, and that was so gloriously warm that I crawled out of my house to enjoy it. Then it got really fucking cold again and I went back into hibernation. But this weekend was like fucking summer! I even saw the sun for like fifteen whole minutes!
I met Sarah at the barn Saturday afternoon and we started flatting by ourselves. Bobby was marvelous, even though his stretchy trot seemed to be a one month free trial only thing. But he's really excelling at literally everything else so I won't degrade him this time around. Positivism and all that shit.
|the puppy tried to hitch a ride with sarah while no one was looking.|
Unfortunately, we were soon joined by two other people that are perhaps not the best to ride with, and while I was able to finish up with a really fancy canter to the left, Sarah and I decided to exit before people started dying. We went for a short trail ride instead.
|sometimes you have to get proof of sun with a trail selfie.|
On Sunday I got to the barn super early to ensure I could get in a solo jump school without any interference from other riders. I was rewarded with a freshly watered and dragged arena and a barn full of sleepy ponies.
|tough night i guess.|
I set up a 2' vertical at X, a big X at M, and a 2'3" tall but wide oxer at K. And people, guess what? My horse actually kept his shit together for the entire fucking ride. We did a course and there were no tantrums. Did I mention it was in the indoor? Did I mention we did a course in the indoor with no tantrums?!
It's okay if you're not impressed by this. Most people's ten year olds that have been off the track for five years don't need to be restarted like a baby horse every winter.
We started off with the little vertical on the diagonal (because jumping anything in the indoor is an accomplishment for us, so the jumps aren't going to get very big until the outdoor thaws), and since that was spot on, we continued on around to the big X. I circled him once to get a little more engine engaged and came around to the oxer.
Also, quickly, my horse has the most adjustable canter in the history of the world....as long as he's not pointed at a jump obviously.
I stopped him and gave him a cookie after that because I'm still heavily bribing him for being good over fences.
|dropping off tack at my car for a deep clean.|
(aka a text break picture)
Since we got all the elements so easily on the first try, I went ahead and made up a little course. It started with having to approach the X from the left which meant we had to canter all the way down the long side to get to it. But did Mr Pony Pants change rhythm even with a jump sighted in?
No he did not.
And when I saw a long spot, closed my leg and asked him to take it, did he?
Yes. Yes he did.
MY HORSE LISTENED TO ME!!! He was all, "Whoaaaaa, stay chilly." Then he was all, "Be a boss and go for it." BECAUSE I TOLD HIM TO.
Unfortunately I was too busy celebrating in my head to get reorganized enough to make the quick turn to the vertical on the diagonal so we had to circle afterwards before coming to it. Not the first time such things have happened. Then he landed too quick off the vertical so I circled him there, too, to make sure we had the right canter for the oxer. That was also good, and cause for too much celebration, so one more circle to finish off with the X from the right.
|"time out. it's been minutes since i last ate some dirty snow."|
I briefly thought about ending it there, but it was the littlest, easiest course and there was no reason we couldn't do one run through without circling. All I had to do was, you know, sit up and pay attention and we'd be fine.
And we were. No problems, hit every distance, didn't hit any poles. I finished up with some no stirrup posting trot and canter both ways and stuffed the remained of the cookies in my pocket down Bobby's maw.
I'm sick of snow and cold weather, and I'm sick of choking on dust in the indoor, but these baby jump school sessions are really making some magic happen, folks.