The arena work I said I was going to do... I lied.
Well, I just sorta-kinda decided to do something more fun. Everything dried up more quickly than expected and the trails were ready for new hoof prints. Also, my former trainer, Megan, was in town. That calls for fun.
I went out today at about 2:00, dressed fashionably in blue floral patterned rubber rain boots with my breeches tucked in. I feel mildly ridiculous just wearing breeches with paddock boots, so I was a little embarrassed when Megan pulled up.
She decided to ride Firefly, my horsie worse enemy. This was probably a good thing for Fly, who hates everyone but Megan. I rode Baby Girl. We went off on a five mile trail ride. We trotted a good bit and even cantered, which was great for Baby Girl.
Upon arriving back, we decided to mess around in the arena. (Does this count as "arena work"?) The head trainer, Ashley, being done with her lessons, joined us in rounding up miniature ponies on horseback and driving them into the holding pen. Baby Girl displayed a lack of cow sense (pony sense?), but enjoyed galloping after the ponies nevertheless.
I attempted to get Baby Girl to jump a small cross rail (about six inches high), but she kept dodging to the side or stopping before the jump. Understandably, she was confused. I am inexperienced in jumping, so I allowed Megan to ride her. Megan got her over the cross rail a few times and allowed her to quit at that. It had been a hard day for her.
To perfect my jumping, I rode Firefly over a few jumps. My jumping is frightful
. I need lessons.
Overall, it was a good way to start out the new year.