We met the elusive wild jogger coming around a corner, and Z disappeared out from under me, started to head for home, and I landed on some VERY hard packed ground. Basically, the consistency of concrete. Fortunately, landed pretty evenly, though my sacroilliac will be screaming tomorrow.
We were trotting along a wooded trail and he was really sucking back, so I had been putting more leg on him and the whip, too. He would surge forward, then suck back, surge forward, then suck back. I was having some little trouble staying perfectly upright when he did this. I haven't been in the saddle for nearly 3 weeks. But, that is all excuses, because I simply don't have a strong enough, stable enough seat to stick to a horse that spins out from under me. I have come off in this kind of spook something like 7 times now! It is really disheartening.
I walked him to the biggest log we could find and remounted, and we walked on, but I knew that my back and neck would freeze up. I didn't want to kill my ride, but didn't feel confident enough to trot on the wooded trails. So , we walked all the way to the arena, and there I trotted some, but it was simply awful! He was falling in, fighting the bit, my balance was bad, I was flopping all over. Just THE worst ride I have had in years. I handed the reins to my buddy, took Mac, and she rode out his 'tude. I couldn't do it. I hate giving up. I hate it!!!!!!
I can pat myself on the back for getting back on and riding out the ride (like an hour), and making him trot. And, in a strange way, I now have that fall over with and know that it is surviveable (talk to me tomorrow, though), but, it has made me realize that in many ways, I am overhorsed on Z, from time to time. ARGH! I feel extremely discouraged right now. I jsut wanted to whine on your all's shoulders, since if I tell hubby , he will only say that riding is too dangerous.
(drinking a beer and taking my anti inflammatories now, with ice on my backside)