When I look down at a horse …
… my mind is elsewhere. I don’t even realize I’m doing it. So, I designed an exercise. I downloaded a buzzer app …
… and gave the phone to my instructor. She tasked with buzzing each time I looked down. We both expected a lot of buzz.
Not so. Two reasons:
1) I was on Bingo. I chose a horse who would not go ballistic at constant weird sounds. Bingo is also the sort of horse who doesn’t get my knickers on a twist [Clinic Report: Day Two]. No twisted knickers meant no default riding mode meant no staring down at my horse while I tried to sort out a problem. If I could ride the other ASBs with the confidence I have on the Bingos and the Georges [Sidesaddle] of this world, I’d probably stop coming in last. But I digress.
2) I knew the buzzer was there. That was enough to keep my head up.
Gratuitous Stepping Stone Farm cats