And by me, I really mean Bobby.
I thought about saving the flat videos for our next lesson post, but the jumping videos aren't much more exciting, and let's be honest--as long as you read Trainer's bullet points in a British accent, you're amused enough.
I switched out Bobby's bit to a plain egg butt as suggested by Trainer, and unsurprisingly, he's gone much better in it than the french link Happy Mouth he was in. I picked up my reins and he went right to work.
Also, if you're wondering why my stirrups are just dangling at his sides, I've become completely inept at flatting in my jump saddle so it's easier for me to ditch them. I hate the feeling of them under my thighs when they're crossed though. I'm also only supposed to be sitting the trot while flatting right now because apparently I am also inept at posting slow enough to not make my horse go jetting off at a million miles an hour.
Possibly I am just inept at everything.
Trainer would have us walking even slower and rounder, but I did want him thinking a little more forward since we were going to jump. Even so, it looks so slow to me. My biggest focus is supposed to be getting Bobby (and myself) to think about every single footfall. He can go forward so long as he's not using it as an excuse to race off.
Want an example?
Here's us flatting in jump tack before our first lesson. This trot is rushed:
And this one is not:
It is, however, a little nauseating thanks to Hubby's camera work. WTF was going on in the ceiling, Hubby?
The canter from August I actually like. Outside of lessons, I haven't been working much on the canter in the ring. Saturday's video shows why:
He's round, every footfall is deliberate, but... I don't know. There's something about it I'm not a fan of. Maybe it's not what it's supposed to look like right now while following Trainer's guidelines. Maybe it is.
I DON'T KNOW THESE THINGS.
And that is giving me a serious complex. I understand we're going to have a lot of ugly moments before it all becomes easy and effortless and pretty. It's hard for my Big Picture brain to acknowledge that these small steps are going to help in the long run though. It's even harder for me to not have all the information all at once in my brain on how to get to the big picture.
Trainer is giving me homework every lesson to work on during the week, but it's things like, "Perfect the half halts so that you can almost bring Bobby back to a halt from the trot." Or, "Start incorporating leg yield." These are things we already know how to do, and we actually do them well. I don't think Trainer believes me when I tell her this, or that our current suckiness (or at lest a good part of it, as there's plenty of real suckiness to fix) is mostly thanks to Bobby being out of shape.
Bobby half halts off of a butt cheek squeeze. He may need another one in ten strides, but his reaction is instant. We were doing leg yield zig zags with zero effort during our ride on Sunday. I guess the next step is to make them even more perfect?
I DON'T KNOW.
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I'm used to always working alone while I ride. I don't want to turn into one of these riders that can't ride outside of a lesson. That is never going to work for me. One because money, but two because no. That is just not okay.
However, I also don't want to be paying for lessons, and then go to work on my own during the week and derail what Trainer wants me working on by doing my own shit.
Is this struggle making sense to anyone? Possibly I've gone completely fucking crazy already and we're only two lessons in.
Bobby got a fun ride on Monday where we cruised around on the trails on the right lead at the canter. He's not particularly good at it in the ring yet, but I do want to start building up muscle on that side. Any excuse to do nothing but go out and do shit with my horse that we both enjoy is always okay with me.
Today he has the day off. Tomorrow we'll do a little jump jump school because there's a show entry sitting on my kitchen table waiting to see if it's needed, lessons be damned.