Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: South Range, WI
I had a riding lesson Saturday. I'd had about a month off due to the cold and craziness of the holiday season.
Boy, does my body hate me for that today! (Are English riders supposed to walk like cowboys? Cause I was walking like a cowboy all day today).
Anyway, I don't remember if I've mentioned that I'm afraid to canter. We've done a bit of canter work in earlier lessons, and I used to canter all the time in my pre-rerider days. But I'd never cantered in an English saddle.
I rode General, and I think I'm beginning to fall in love with him. He's safe enough that I (mostly) don't fear death while in the saddle, yet spunky enough to be a really fun ride.
We did a lot of trotting work and "let's learn how to not crash into one another because I accidentally over booked the lesson" work. I actually like big classes because it forces me to rely on instinct rather than overthinking things like I usually do.
She split us into two groups for canter work. By this time, my poor weak ankle was protesting strongly. It started giving out, resulting in me accidentally bumping General, who would speed up his trot or try to break into a canter.
About the tenth time I checked him back I could tell exactly what he was thinking:
"Make up your mind, woman! Speed up or slow down?! Which is it? She SAID we're going to canter, so let's GO!"
So, we went around the arena, me having completely lost any sense of rhythm and General getting increasingly ticked off and confused.
I decided to pull up.
The reason I gave was pain (TMI moment: I had an ovarian cyst that burst last week, so riding wasn't terribly comfortable). In truth, though, I could've handled the pain.
I was afraid.
Deb said I could join the second group if I wanted but when they took the rail, I stayed in the middle, feeling defeated and cowardly.
Guess what happened in the second group? One of the other riders got off balance, panicked and when the horse stretched out her neck and coughed, the rider got pulled right out of the saddle. She ended up being ok, but sprained her ankle.
Once things had calmed down, the first group was up again.
And guess what?
I went out on the rail.
In an ENGLISH SADDLE.
And I DIDN'T DIE!
In fact, I didn't even feel near death. I felt completely balanced and in control.
It makes me think that there might still be hope.
Maybe when Obie is healed up, I'll be ready for him.
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