On the Eighth Day of Christmas: 8 Fences Jumping

The typical hunter class has eight jumps. Before (if?) (when?) Rodney gallops cross-country or turns-and-burns in a jump-off, we will do hunter classes to get our collective feet wet. Therefore, eight jumps would mean a hunter class would mean I was riding & showing & jumping. Yay!

Alternatively, there is noise about working some of the ASBs over small jumps as an exercise and as a way to see if any of them wish to show in saddleseat hunter.

Part of me wants to say, ‘Sure, I’ll bring out my tall boots & some standards and take everything in the barn over a fence.’ The other part of me is ranting, ‘Are you serious?! You SUCK at jumping.’

Yes, I have jumped in the past. I’ve even had a few days when I felt bulletproof. But those were long ago in places far, far away. In the meanwhile, the screaming monkeys in my head have built a puissance-class wall of anxiety and self-doubt. Do you recall the mess I had become before my first saddleseat lesson? [Sam I Am] I’m like that with jumping. Squared.

Unfortunately jumping is all about confidence. Particularly if the rider is supposed to be leading the parade. There are Sams in the jumping world. They are rare and special treasures.

Most ASB Hunt Seat classes have one jump. Therefore eight jumps would mean eight more show classes. Yay!

Oh, who am I kidding? I’d be happy this year to jump eight jumps period, anywhere, any horse, in the show ring or out.

6 thoughts on “On the Eighth Day of Christmas: 8 Fences Jumping

    1. It’s not physical fear, at least no more than it ever was (I’ve never had an upper-level outlook). It’s knowing enough about jumping to be able to point out all the ways I am doing it wrong. Lack of decisiveness may be a better term than lack of confidence.

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