Originally Posted by LostInTheWoods02114 View Post
I've been working out at a gym and stretching at home regularly for the last few months hoping to get this 48-year-old body ready to handle it. Just walking and getting used to balance I think will be a challenge for me.
I've had some say it's kind of silly to start this at my age. Even at the rescues I work at, most working in horse rescue are teenagers with only a few my age range. I'm not letting what everyone says stop me though.
Happy to be a part of this group.
Hello from across the pond!
I can assure you that you will not have forgotten balance or how to ride!
My mother rode as a child on a cob mare they had for taking my grandfather around to his work in a trap.
She never really learned to ride as they just messed about in the orchard bareback and halterless. When the mare got fed up she would go under the low branches and drag mother and her two siblings off.
When I started riding mum always wanted to come when we were bringing the horses in from the fields, bareback.
One Sunday she came with us. Riding was my
sport, bad enough that my little sister and cousin had started, to have mum was something I did not want!
The field we collected the horses from was about 2 miles from the stables on downland (silly name as it is steep hills) Mum didn't own any slacks so had a pair of dad's trousers. Mum being 5'4" Dad 6'.
She was going to ride a big draft x mare. Mum would not let me give her a leg up but wanted to get on from the style. I stood the mare alongside and Mum jumped. She was nearly on but couldn't get her leg over because the trousers had slipped and the crutch was down near her knees effectively tying her legs together. She got the giggles.
This field is a beauty spot so there were a lot of people around and hearing mother's infectious laughter, they were looking at us and not the views.
As happens, the more people watching the more people stopped to see what was going on.
Mother was useless
every time she tried to get on the trousers slipped, she was showing her corset as at one point they fell down to her ankles.
My sister, cousin and friends were also in hysterics, sat on the ponies waiting. I had called mother 'Mum' so claiming her as mine.
The more times she tried the worse it got. The audience was now a crowd and growing. Me as a 11 year old was so frustrated and embarrassed and getting cross. Cleo, the mare was also getting fed up and kept moving away from the style.
Eventually mother stood on the top slat whilst a stranger held her legs so she could balance. With one hand holding the trousers up she stepped across onto Cleo's back. The cheer that went up was almost a standing ovation.
It had taken what seemed like hours to get her mounted and as I never wanted to go through the procedure again we trotted all the way to the stables.
Mum never moved. Her sitting trot was as near to perfect yet she hadn't ridden since she was about 8 years, I couldn't believe it.
The next day Mum could hardly walk she was so stiff! I well remember it.
Several years later when I was working tt he stables a couple came to ride. They had been there when it all went on and had actually cine filmed it all.
Mum often rode but put a saddle on the horse and she was useless. It was alien to her and she was all over the place.
When the kids had the ponies with me Mum was here staying with them. I almost fell over backwards when I went to the arena and found her on Sponsor, a 12.2 pony, bareback and cantering around quite happily.
Mum was was 80 at the time!