Adventures in Saddle Seat
Enjoyed the ride
I am not there.
Have I wupped my last trot? [Why Wup?]
I chose not to compete as my life has been bereft of Saddlebreds since March. [Center of Gravity]
Have I asked for my last outside rein/outside leg canter transition?
Even before the virus upended our world, I was drifting away from the saddle seat arena. Last year I competed in only a small handful of ASB shows, two with guest Thoroughbreds. [Looking Back, Horses of 2019]
Have I finished my last pass?
At the awards banquet for last year, I was deep in the pastels for divisions I usually win. [Changing Of The Guard]
Have I pulled into my last line up?
I skipped Winter Tournament to work with our horses [Sitting Out]. Weekends will continue to be valuable. Schedule conflicts will ever be road blocks in the path to dual-career stardom. [This Is Why You Can’t Do It All]
Have I won my last huge, gorgeous, fluffy ASB ribbon? [An Attempt To Freeze Time]
Academy is for education. It’s where you learn to show before moving up to the big leagues. It is unsporting of me to hang around the division for mumble years like a party guest who refuses to leave.
Have I cross-diagonalled my last victory pass?
Maybe in the far distant future of next week or next month, I could resume appropriately socially-distant saddle seat lessons, even if I’m not showing.
Maybe in the impossibly, relativistically distant future of a few years from now – when Rodney has retired from his late-blooming yet stellar show career – I could find an amenable Saddlebred who would like to be my horse for the season and finally show suit.
Alas, such thoughts are soap bubbles that disappear as I examine them.
Today, I am imprisoned in the tyranny of the now.
Thinking of what was.
The show must go on.
Spotlight fades to black.
Melodramatic soliloquy ends.
Stay safe. Stay sane.