Walk quietly, calmly, slowly over. I keep gnawing at the jumps because, in the velvet darkness of the blackest night, there is a faint, flickering hope that he may yet cart my sorry ass around Prelim &/or over a mini-prix.
Work: Yesterday, 1x, short walk but with dog for distraction.
Today, 2x, slightly longer walk/ground exercises.
Grade: A few silver star moments, mostly gold.
In my jumping days, we started each session by trotting a crossrail. Always. Whether the instructor agreed or not. How do you start a jump school?