Hmmmm, and hummmm again.
I have come to the conclusion that I cannot ride. I don't know why, but I reckon my body is completely working against me. I cannot open my hips, I keep catching myself drawing my lower leg up, things just don't seem to come as easily as they used to and it sucks. I would like to please go back to effortless riding - ever since I did that damn Mary Wanless clinic (what is it, 4 years ago now?!) I over analyse everything and that doesn't make me a natural rider, and I so want to be. I would love to go be a WP for a couple of months and have the opportunity to ride for 3/4 hours a day again like I used to as I reckon that would sort me.
Nothing bad has happened BTW, just me feeling useless. Yesterday 7 of us hacked out together on a 2 hour ride and it was fun. Apart from Ted being totally wound up by another horse who insisted on going in front of me until I made my thoughts clear and took the lead instead. He was very sweet but oh so nappy, he would NOT go past the other horses unless he had company, and this backward attitude really sucks. You kick him on to catch up and he stops dead before he is a nose in front and, quite frankly, there is nothing I can do about it. I think I am going to have to take him in hand now and beat him a little as I know he trusts me (goes through things and past things that are uber scary) but he needs to trust himself. And HOW do you insist on making a horse breath? I have never known a horse for holding his breath like him. I am going to get some Coligone and put him on that and see if it helps, but I don't want him more *quiet* just bolder. I suppose hunting WILL help with that, but it is a long way off yet.
This morning I got a call at 9.15am whilst I was straddling the flat pack unit I was putting up "Louise it is Ellen, I am stuck outside your stable (cue me pulling a face) and I cannot move as your horse is going mad"
"Ellen, what is he doing"
"He is cantering back and forth and rearing up and I think he might come over the door and I cannot face the thought of him injuring himself again"
"Is everything else out?"
"No"
"Ignore him, I will be down in 15 mins"
I get there expecting him to be fine (he was) but his mats were all pushed forwards out of the door and you could see where he had been going up and down and he had marked the concrete. I have NO idea why he is doing this, the idiot. Stuck his headcollar on and he was, as usual, the perfect saint to take to the field. He only ever plays up when Ellen is on the yard alone, poss because she has the pony he is in love with, but she didn't even leave the yard!
Got him in tonight and he was subdude. Usually he goes straight for a wee, but didn't, just stood fussing me and being nice! Made horrific faces at me when rugging (I went back down 2 hours after bring in) and hadn't touched his hay either, so I think Mr T ate too much grass today!
Will ride and school tomorrow and prob do a little jumping too - yay!
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
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