I've always been a big fan of soft eyes.
Saturday I had my lesson to determine if my brain was still sound. Jim wanted to make sure I wouldn't be dealing with PTSD after my wreck. It was a mixed victory. Yes, I climbed on and rode...but I was partly terrorized because the lesson horse was SO huge...15.3 (?) and my old horse that I had ridden for 7 years was only 14.2 I felt like I was riding a MOUNTAIN...and the ground was WAY far away. His stride was also a lot longer and the motion was different.
It took me awhile to adjust. My instructor was just shocked that I was even riding. Believe me, I'm not taking any chances. "NO risks" is my middle name.
I'm looking forward to riding Jet on Saturday if he isn't sold by then. I'm really hoping he's as quiet as she claims, because walking is going to be my favorite gait for quite awhile. I imagine it will take me awhile to feel comfortable and safe on him. I'm looking forward to this.