That Moment When You Remember You Are On A School Horse


Awareness of the outside world. Hunting for Appalachiosaurus, apex predator of ancient Alabama, Pillion, Nov. 15, 2021.

At my Hunter barn lesson last week, School Horse and I cantered(!) several laps of the outside crossrails. Go us!

I was trying my darnedest not to interfere with my hands. [New Lesson Horse, Same Issues]

As we came around the corner to one line, I thought, ‘Well, this is why I am riding a school horse.’ So I threw my hands at him – metaphorically – and let him get on with going down the line.

Of course he did, because he’s a star.

Overall, some of the jumps were not horrible.

I overrode one fence. It’s a bad habit at any fence. It’s a ridiculous habit at a crossrail. But I’m not unhappy with that reaction. At least I was riding, not sitting frozen like a meerkat with my paws in the air.

I’m starting to believe that School Horse will do his job. I know it. I’m starting to believe it.

Stay safe. Stay sane.

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