Saddleseat lesson #3 lesson gets an A for confidence-boosting and a C for progress. Five-gaited Buster stayed in the stall & I rode the less exciting but more relaxing Sam. Mild-mannered trots and lots of breaking at the canter. I’ve figured out that the familiar hunter/jumper buttons don’t work but am having trouble finding the saddleseat buttons. Naturally, Sam was thrilled to motor around at half-speed and have an easy day. I could feel him listening but his reply was, Nope, she ain’t got it yet. All of which is ironic because I’m normally better at go than whoa. I have better luck motivating horses with my electric seat than calming down bottle rockets.
The best part was the trail ride after. I think I miss that most of all, more than showing, more than jumping, just strolling along. Previous Horse was not one for trail rides. Every so often we’d say Darn it, we have horses. We are going on a trail ride. At which point, PH would be such a pig that we wouldn’t try again for months. PH & I did, however, spend much time ambling around the edge of the pasture for warm-up, cool-down, cold-weather riding, and so on.
A friend commented that she was happy that I was riding again. She’s right, of course. Riding is better than not riding. However, a lesson a week on a school horse is a handful of carob chips when what I crave is a pound of Fassbender & Rausch. Robin McKinney said it well in her blog (which is why she has published 17 books):
“… I couldn’t ride regularly, week after week … and there’s no frelling point to riding any other way than regularly. At least not at my age and when I’ve done enough riding and hanging out with horses in years past that I’m not interested in anything less than a relationship, and preferably a training relationship, with an individual horse, in which one or the other of you and probably both are learning stuff you didn’t know before.”
Mind you, I do like getting on a horse. I’m sure I am much more amenable on Friday afternoons than I am the rest of the week. The plan is to stay with the saddleseat even if/when I am riding my own horse(s) again. Still, it does little to stem the tide of frustration and angst that Rodney can inspire.
Are you go or whoa?