I had a cruddy ride today. Poor Carolina. I feel like I'm doing more harm than good with her. I can't get her on the bit. She went great to the left but had a mind of her own to the right.
Which really means I wasn't giving her the right cues of course. I'd like to say the stallion pacing the fence next to the arena didn't help but I can't blame it.
We did jump a couple of times and that was perfect, at least it felt it.
I had my son video the ride and I looked terrible, like I'd never ridden before. Ever. My husband doesn't understand why I'm bummed. He even said "So what?" which in his buttmunch way is saying that he cares about the ride as much as he cares about the difference between 2% and whole milk.