BM is trying to get more motivated to ride her own horse instead of letting herself get swamped with other people's rides and losing the energy to do anything for herself, so she asked a local (as in, five minutes down the road) event trainer if he'd be willing to let her trailer in once a week for a lesson. She asked if I wanted to come, and obvi I would like to be able to do as much as I can swing financially.
Jumping off property? In front of other people? Basically the thing I am the absolute worst at! Let's fucking remedy that!
Plus at this point who knows what Opie will rear its head when he goes off property. Of course he had his BFF Mo with him so he ended up being a good boy on that end.
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| quiet and mostly relaxed for tacking up |
When I got on him he was a little looky at the farrier's truck backed up to the barn, and then he had to have a good look and sniff at all the jump fill and standards piled around the arena. He walked right up to everything though and after a little hesitation clambered up the tiny bank along one side of the ring.
Once he had a couple laps around the ring at the trot, he had settled right in and was ready to get to work.
T--the trainer--is crazy big on flat work before jumping. I've watched him teach some of BM's kids before and I felt so sorry for them for how hard he made them work on the flat before they even got to jump. Now I got to feel very sorry for myself and BM omg.
Opie felt sort of foot sore starting off, and T noticed it too. Fortunately it was remedied by me stopping pulling on his face and letting him move forward. Whoops.
It was pretty basic stuff, but he picked right up on my bad habits: fussy hands, slouching like a mother fucker, and not using my outside leg enough. He saw these habits through SO MUCH TROTTING. I straight up quit on him five minutes before he let BM stop. Listen, dude. It's 90* out and ninety percent humidity. We cannot do thirty straight minutes of trotting, especially not in a jump saddle when my legs are used to long dressage stirrups.
A few times warming up a horse did call out and Opie called back. The first time he slammed on the brakes and thought about throwing a tantrum, but T was like, "Big inside rein and make him bend and circle. He doesn't get to stop. You wouldn't want him to lose focus like that if you were in the middle of a cross country run, so you don't want him to lose focus now."
The next couple of times he did it, T had me just exaggerate the inside bend on a circle and then as soon as Opie went back to work give him a pat. Each time Opie got over it that much faster and then he was all business. Also he was probably dying of heat stroke too by that point so that helped lol.
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"i don't care what happens anymore as long as it involves getting hosed down." |
Fortunately by the time we were done being tortured on the flat, any and all anxiety about jumping was loooong gone.
He had us pop over a raised cavaletti a couple times out of the trot, and then we went first for our first course which was all left hand turns. That made the turns a little tricky even in his big ring, and twice I forgot where I was going. The first time I recovered quickly enough to make it happen, the second time I had to circle and come back around as we went cantering by the jump. It was hot as balls and we were dying, okay?
T had me thinking no fucking with my hands and sit tall and quiet. Literally just stop annoying the horse with my hands please and thank you.
The second course was all right hand turns, and I was able to be quieter with my hands. I still got yelled at to sit tall but quiet, without a driving seat. And then he made me count my rhythm out loud so I could tell that I am very bad about sitting quiet. But the course felt much, much better except the last jump which I came right back around and fixed.
Overall it was a good lesson--the jumping part of it. I wish we had been able to do more of that. Opie was jumping really well even over the small height, and I was seeing good distances and going with him and trusting him. Plus, again, I was dying from heat stroke so I couldn't work up the energy to be anxious.
BM already wants to go back next week. Our HT is next weekend so I'd like the jumping lesson, but we're also showing Second the weekend after that so I'd like a dressage lesson too and the funds...they are tight. We'll see!