|i fed my horse snacks all weekend.|
it was super productive.
Right off the bat, he was a heavy in the bridle and not interested in doing the flat work. BM and I run into this problem every time he has to flat in the jump saddle. The fit is perfectly fine--I really think he just wants to get on with the jumping and doesn't have time in his busy schedule for warming up without fences. Tough life, Bobby Magee. How do you survive?
I finally let him trot over the little 2' vertical and canter off from it, and that unsurprisingly got him lightened right up to the point where I felt comfortable moving on to the real work.
I shortened my stirrups up two holes which obviously serves to give me a much stronger and more stable base of support. It was, however, something I was terrified to do after my crash because OMG way less scary to have super long stirrups for your super long legs to wrap all the way around your horse's super wide barrel. Small wins, kids. Knocking down those confidence-eating demons one step at a time.
|getting eaten by one of his geriatric pasture-mates.|
In the ring there was an airy 2'6 (maybe even 2'9!) vertical along one long side, and then the small 2' vertical on the other long side that was the first jump to a very sharp angled line to another 2'6 vertical.
Bobby was one hundred fifty percent in-tune to me for the entire jump school. That was good because when I was on--half halt, release, but don't throw away the contact, leg, leg, leg--he was pure perfection. But when I was not on and instead pulling a Carly--Oh god a jump? Here, take the reins! What is leg?!--he was like, "Ohhh. Jump from underneath the fence? That happens to be my specialty!"
Mostly we were on though. My position felt fucking rock solid, especially tackling that angled line. My leg was sewn in place to my saddle, my shoulders were tall and back, and my dressage-strengthened core was keeping everything together. Jump and immediately get set up for a tricky turn? Fuck yeah. Sit up, butt in the saddle, eyes up, leg on!
Solid, yo. Totes solid.
Then I decided to do a little extra canter work since Bobby was so explosive in that gait doing his flat work the day before. It was not good. He wanted to just flail around up and down in one spot until he finally got to galloping after lots of kicking from me. I have a plan to tackle this going forward because it clearly needs to be addressed before show season. Or just, you know, being a normal riding horse season.
|me: back, demon! don't eat my horse!|
bobby: yeah! listen to my mom! she's scarier than me!
I brought Bobby back into his stall since horses were getting turned out. I pulled his bridle off and bent down to slide his grain bucket out since he had just finished working and I didn't want him to eat yet. When I stood back up, he flung his head around looking for his food and connected with the back of my head full force.
It was so loud it scared the shit out of him and he went and hid in a corner while BM came racing down the aisle to see what had happened. I just stood there uselessly and tried to fight back sobs because it hurt so bad, but also because I'm only three months removed from a concussion and all I could think was, "Not again!!"
BM made me go sit down in the tack room while she stripped and fed Bobby, and then B turned him out for me. I put my head between my knees and had a good cry while I felt sorry for myself before calling Hubby and asking him to come pick me up. I was a little dizzy, and when I got bashed last time, I couldn't see straight for a week. Not a good recipe for driving.
Fortunately, after getting home at eleven, taking a shit ton of Tylenol, icing the back of my head, and sleeping until eight the next morning, it seems I got off with nothing more than a really bad headache. I was lucky that I wear my helmet when I tack up and un-tack because I'd probably be back at the doctor for something more serious otherwise.
I took the rest of the weekend and today off even though I feel completely normal now. Better safe than sorry. We'll start to tackle the canter issue tomorrow, and for now I'll just remember how awesome our jumping was. Because I can. Because fuck yeah, helmets.
|no hard feelings, bobby. just hard heads.|