I don't know whether to love my trainer or not, hehe.
I'm a very timid rider when it comes to jumping heights. I'd gladly stay at 2'6" forever, bahaha. My trainer literally has to just raise the jumps when I'm not looking for me to go over them [which she's done before hahaha]. I also cannot know the height beforehand or else I panic
Today, after a little 2'3" course, my trainer was like, "Oh, let me raise a few of them for you." I thought she'd make one or two to 2'6", like she's been doing for the past few lessons. Nope. She raised all of them. Nine inches.
That's right, I jumped a 3' course!! My first ever! And I must say...I love Brooke even more now! Even when I panicked and got us awkward distances, Brooke got us over the jump. (I was just grabbing mane and hanging on for dear life). She did refuse two...but one was the first jump where we cantered up to it, looked, and both went HOLY **** THAT'S HUUUUGE! [I never realized how big 3' looked!]. The second I let her shoulder pop out because I didn't know whether to go for the long spot or try and fit another stride in. -_-
Anyways...we jumped a 3' course, and TWO of them were big ole oxars!
I thought I was going to die.
Here's a picture of my arena after my lesson [no video...I know, the ONE lesson I don't have my camera!]. The orange and black oxar and the green/maroon vertical were both a pole higher when I jumped them, but my trainer needed the pole for her next lesson. Oh, and see the black and yellow? That's what I've been jumping for the past 4 months.
Bit of a difference, eh?
And just because I luff her...here is Brooke and I after THE lesson. The look of pure terror was finally fading from my face, hehe.