Until I actually tried to ride. So, here I am... all my life going to riding stables, using vacation horses, and friend's half-dead animals. I failed to realize that a 3 minute trot or canter didn't mean I could actually ride. To make a long story short in 2011 I was put in my place for the first time... through no fault of the horse. My husband and I went on our honeymoon and I really wanted to do this 3 hour ride through the English countryside. I had never ridden an English saddle, much less a treeless one. Off we went and were gone maybe 45 minutes. We walked and trotted, and then when the lead horse picked up the canter I started slipping... slipping...when I realized falling was inevitable I vaulted off and landed on my back. I broke it.
Thankfully I can still walk with no issues. I wrote it off to "bad luck" instead of my horrible seat.
After that maybe 3 years later I went back to trail horses and friends. I thought I was good to go again!! HAHAHAHA
We moved to an area that is very horse friendly. I really wanted to "ride" again so started working with rescues. I leased a horse from the rescue that was old and described as dead broke. He was pushing on me, trying to rub me off on fences etc. and one day someone opened a gate and he took off right out from under me. There I was eating dirt again although this time not really hurt. I thought maybe I could try a different horse, once again, dumped off.
At this point I realized something. The common denominator in all situations was ME.
Fast forward to recently, I am working consistently with a trainer which has made me realize just HOW BADLY I sucked and how little I knew. (no, he doesn't constantly tell me I suck, this is my personal evaluation of my skill)
I have actually come off one additional time while working with him. This time I know why. I started on the off beat with my posting trot and bounced around, scared the horse and he ran away with me. At this point I was wearing an airbag vest and helmet. Pulled my groin pretty hard but my spine, neck and skull are fine.
Today was my first day back riding as I am close to healed. 5 ibuprofen and an ice pack can create that illusion
It felt good to be up there again even if it was just walking circles and figure 8s in the arena. I am not a rider though. At the ripe old age of 42 I have started my real equestrian journey. Hopefully we have many beautiful rides to come and some day I will be able to actually earn the title of rider!