It all starts on an perfect day; no wind, not too hot, not too humid. I groom my horse, tack her up, and bring her into the round pen for a bit of practice. That's when it begins.
She goes CRAZY. First, she doesn't want me to lounge her (that how we warm up.) She turns left when I want her go right and right when I want her to go left. Ok, that's not too terrible, but it gets worse.
She finally, does it right, so I go up and pet her. Than she SNAPS at me. I check all her tack to make sure it isn't hurting her, but nothing is wrong. Nothing wrong with her legs or back either.
Well, I like to end training on a good note. Plus, I haven't ridden or worked with her in about a week and I don't want the start of the 'pasture belly.' I'm pretty short and she's tall, so I led her up to the mounting block. No issue. I place by foot the stirrup and right as I'm half way on she BOLTS. I mean as fast as she can. I jump off with a tuck and roll. (Good thing I was wearing my helmet!)
I try again. Same thing happens, except for know she's bucking and kicking at me! Go and ask the barn owner and incredible horse person to help me, but Lola won't even let her on. The days end with a hot, sweaty horse, hotter, sweatier people, and the worse day of horse training I've ever had. I mean, I've had greenies that were better than she was that day! Oh, and after the fourth fall, I think my arm might be broken. I'm going to get it checked out tomorrow. As we speak, I'm typing with one hand.