If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.
At some point earlier this year, I burbled on about how Rodney was a sensitive horse and how I was learning to ride him in balance and how I was understanding the concept of being on the outside rein. I likened the feeling to being on the inside or outside edge of a figure skater’s blade. As I rode, I had to make a conscious effort to monitor my form in order to stay in harmony with my horse.
All very poetic.
All very wrong.
I wasn’t riding subtle shifts in my horse’s balance. I was riding a slight saddle wobble. Once we stuck a matchbook under the table leg [Padding], my seat was as dead as ever.
Good to know.
Thank you for reading,