… not always for the worst.
At last weekend’s show [Report], we had a chance to school in the ring the night before. Afterwards, my instructor tried to get into my head what I need to work on for the classes the next day. Apparently, I looked in control of my horse but lacked polish, “You’re a power rider.”
What? A power rider? Me? When did that happen?
Back in my formative riding years, I looked lovely on a horse. I was young, and tall, and thin. I oozed elegance. Unfortunately, I didn’t ride anywhere near as well as I looked. On more than one occasion, I ended up too far from the dock because instructors assumed I could handle far more than I was capable of. I had never had cause to reexamine this internal portrait of myself as a rider. (Photos by KP Mautner, probably.)
In the intervening decades, I retrained an OTTB and often worked on my own. Turns out my effectiveness has grown but I’ve gotten sloppy on the details. Since I strongly believe good form contributes to effective function, I am happy to go back to the basics of getting my shoulders back, my head up, etc.
Meanwhile. A power rider? Well, thank you.