I sacrificed my sanity and went to the barn both days this weekend to get media. That meant braving the indoor with potential lessons and /or hacks going on with no guarantee whoever was riding could steer. Fortunately on Saturday I squeezed in between two Haffie lessons, and on Sunday I finished up right as the mad influx of riders poured in.
I had Hubby take pretty much all video since winter indoor does not make for pictures, and I wanted a check-in on how things were actually going since I still can't comfortably swing lessons. It turned out to be super helpful as I was instantly like, FIX ALL THE THINGS.
However, as far as blogging goes, I won't get into too much detail. I'm having to really limit my screen time as once again my eyes are causing me a lot of problems. I definitely wouldn't recommend getting a concussion that knocks you blind because even a couple years later it's still fucking with me. Or I have vision cancer. One never knows.
would take literally cutting off my head to get rid of my eyes some days.
So I'm bringing you media, but it's going to be hastily edited video clips. Maybe once my eyes stop hurting whenever I use them I'll revisit them and write some more about the rides. For now, nah.
Saturday's ride wasn't the best. I was super distracted and wound up over the barn traffic that was causing my horse to be super distracted and wound up. We basically fed off of each other and things were sloppy. But we did get some counter canter practice in:
Opie cc left lead 12/8/18 - YouTube
Opie cc right lead 12/8/18 - YouTube
Not the prettiest, but getting steadier each time. Any time he doesn't face plant I'm happy. #smallwins
After looking through those videos Saturday evening, I asked Hubby to come back out again the next morning. I wasn't happy with myself and wanted to clean a whole lot up on my end. I pulled in right as Opie was getting turned out with his bestie which put both of them in full childish tantrum mode when they got separated. Opie got beat in the aisle and then put on the longe to get some of his rage out. Fortunately he was over it by the time I got on and we had a pretty productive ride.
Opie trot 12/9/18 - YouTube
His canter departs are getting steadier. The downward transitions are hit or miss on how badly he's anticipating the half halt meaning trot or walk instead.
Opie canter left 12/9/18 - YouTube
But the canter itself is really getting somewhere despite me having no fucking idea what to do with my body during it.
Opie canter right 12/9/18 - YouTube
And that's all I've got. Editing hurt my eyes so I did the bare minimum. And Hubby missed the lateral work which wasn't much that weekend anyway. It was enough to give me a good, long list of things to tweak for both myself and Dopie. Like for fuck's sake, make that contact steadier!
He got Monday off while I went down to PA to meet Riding Bestie's perfect newborn nugget, had a long longe in a halter yesterday, and then came out firing this morning. Hopefully I'll be able to write more next week!
I jumped Opie over a solitary vertical a couple weekends ago.
We were finishing up our dressage ride, the canter was feeling really good, and the temptation was just too much to not turn in on the diagonal and pop over.
I also jumped him this Saturday, only I went wild and threw on my generous barn mate's jump saddle. I set up two whole fences in the ring: a 2'3" vertical on a quarter line and a big X on one of the diagonals. It was rainy and cold, I'd waited all day for lessons to be over so the ring would be clear of small children, and even though I had to temporarily relocate a horse (who was weathering the storm in the indoor with an upset tummy, but is now back to normal), I was going to do some jumping--half assed or not.
I swung aboard and immediately wondered where the rest of the saddle was. I've become such a dressage snob--or maybe just a cushy County dressage saddle snob--that every time I sit in anything it feels fucking weird.
Also my stirrups felt really short. I don't usually adjust them because my barn mate is a shorty and her flat length stirrups are my jump length. Even so, I could have comfortably put these down a hole. Or two. Or even three. But no. I wanted to get my ride over with so off we went.
W/t warm up, easy peasy. Into the canter at half seat, also easy. I took a light seat for the jumping, my butt skimming the saddle at the canter. Opie was perfection. Metronome canter, adjusted at the slightest cue, popped over from the perfect distance every time and cantered off without missing a beat.
Then my foul weather headache slammed in and I quickly got off and put him away after fifteen minutes so I could get home without throwing up on myself. All told I was in half seat for maybe...three minutes of that ride?
does love the jumpies
You guys. I got home, walked down my short driveway to get the mail, and my thighs were literally quivering.
The next morning I woke up and my calves hurt all day.
This morning my calves are still sore AND my left butt cheek aches.
Once upon I time I could gallop multiple horses in a day. Once upon a time I could do eleven minutes of two point without breaking a sweat. Apparently now I can't even warm my horse up without aches and pains.
True Confession: Someone on this blog may be a weakling when the stirrups get raised higher than the longest available hole. #itme