Today I went to church, even though my team was at a show. I was recieving texts all day from my teamates,
who were kind enough to keep me up-to-date. Sammy, who had her best ride of the season, did not place. Then Leann WON her class. Soon after, Anna, our “newbie”, came in 2nd out of 9!!!!!!!! Overall, we rocked today! I am soooooooooooo happy!!!! Gotta go, we have company.
And I thought falling off was a bad thing!!! I think that God sent that fall at just the right time. I thought it was an accident, but God knew what He was doeing, as He always does. He let me fall off that pony so that I would wake up and ride. First, I rode Sammy’s horse. We have to either lunge her (where we put her on a long line attached to her bridle or halter and let her walk, trot, canter, and buck in a circle around us until she is calm enough for the younger beginners to ride) or I have to school (or train her down) every Tuesday & Saturday. This is usually quite a task, because she is full of oats and will buck or try to take off. Instead of struggling like I usually do, I kept control of her and had a really nice ride! (Once she has had her run, she is an extremly comfortable and well trained horse.) Then, I rode our old chestnut quarter horse ( I believe I prieviously called him a sour-puss). Instead of having a frustrating, exhusting ride like I usually do on him, I had my best ride on him EVER!!! I got him to respond to all of my cues, and even got him to trot without popping his shoulder! (When someone says that a horse “popped his shoulder”, it means that he turned his head in the direction you told him to, but kept his body moving the same direction. In this case, he tries to go into the center of the arena, and when I trie to correct him, he just turns his head.) Then, I rode our big, white, spooky horse. Most people shiver at the thought. I have only ridden him about 4 times. He is scared of EVERYTHING! (He even spooks at his own shadow!!!!) He tried to dump me about 10 times, but I stayed on, and kept him going. My instructor and Mr. Ned would not stop talking about how well I was riding! My instructor is not very big on compliments, but she was just handing them out for the rest of the night! She said that she ” couldn’t believe it was you, I thought it was a profesional up there.”, that I was at “100%”, and that “you have arrived”!!!!!
I could not believe it! One time while we were cantering, we came parralel with a window that had a glare on it. He had been going at just the right speed, when he stopped, dead in his tracks, staring at the window. I somehow anticipated it, and he was stopped for no more than about 1 second before I had him going at exactly the same speed. I didn’t come over his shoulder like most people with my experiance would, I stayed on and kept him going.
IT WAS AWSOME!!!!!!
Uh-oh, gotta go! Mom and Dad are home from caregroup, and I need to help Mom get the boys in bed.
As my friends probably know, I have been riding a cute little appaloosa pony for a few weeks. He is the smallest, and fastest, in our barn. (And we have an ex-racehorse in our barn!!!!)
Well, the short story is my pony took off and I hit the ground going about 25 miles an hour.
The long story is, I was at work yesterday. The first lesson was my team lesson. I got to ride my favorite pony, but we were both still a little rusty/ off our game from the Holidays. (And it didn’t help that I had had to get up at 7:30 am to get to work on time, after only 2 or 3 hours of sleep.)
He was extremely spooky, and I took notice of that, but I didn’t change my riding enough.
When we were trotting, he tried to take off with me after seeing a jump-pole on the ground, which we had already passed about 10 times going that direction. I got him under control right away, and had Mr. Ned (My instructor’s brother and Sammy’s* dad) move it for me.
Then, we were cantering on the rail by ourselves, when I suddenly heard the sound of dirt, raised from his own feet, hitting the wall. I knew he heard it to, and braced myself for what I knew was coming. He took off! I have NEVER been on a horse going that fast in my entire life!
We went into the bullpen, and when he cut the turn I lost my stirrup.(I Regained it immediately, but it nocked me off balance.) (Side note: when we canter, we line up in the center of the arena and go one at a time, and we had about 5 other horses in there.)
So when I came out, my instructor stood right in front of him arms outstretched. He came until he was about a foot and a half away from her, then suddenly, and without losing momentum, he turned a 90 degree turn and headed for a 2 foot wide space between my instructor’s bay ex-racehorse mare, and a stack of hay. He soon realized, however, that he was not going to fit. So he then pulled another 90 degree turn, this time with me shooting over his shoulder. I hit the dirt about 3 feet in front of the mare, on some hard packed wet dirt, right on my shoulder, forearm, and neck.
He ran to the door and stood there waiting for me.I then continued my ride, pain, dirt and all, put him away after about 15 or 20 minutes, got on our little chestnut morgan mare (another fast pony) and schooled her for 15 minutes, put my instructor’s mare away, then got up on our chestnut sour-puss horse ( an old slow Quarter Horse that is not surefooted at all and doesn’t like moving) , who was on his worst behavior, and exercised him for 30 minutes to an hour.
It was then 3:30, I hadn’t had a bite to eat since 8:00 am, I was in pain, I had a headache, and I had to ride in the car for an hour with the boys yelling in the backseat. Then, when we got home, I had to babysit them for 4 HOURS while my parents went to a meeting.
* Sammy is my instructor’s niece. She is a member of our equestrian team, and probably my closest friend there.
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