Don’t Look At Your Blades

The sport changes, the advice doesn’t. In crew, rowers are told not to look at their blades. Your fingers should tell you what your oars are doing. Similarly, don’t look at the boat. It’s right there under your ass. No reason to check for it. Look straight ahead. Hands instead of eyes. Don’t look down.Continue reading “Don’t Look At Your Blades”

I Want It All

[No end-of-month commentary. I’ve done enough authorial navel-gazing this month. [I’m Baack] Spent the weekend streaming the 36th Annual Saint Louis National Charity Horse Show, courtesy of Seehorse Video, and ignoring the multitudinous posts about the American Eventing Championships. The big show for saddlebreds is in Louisville. However, that show does not have ASB HuntContinue reading “I Want It All”

Horse Shopping Jinx

You think I wish to be horseless*? It’s not my fault. The universe is out to get me. (*In contrast to lawn ornaments, of which we have a gracious plenty.) Fairy Godmother had found two barns near last weekend’s show. One looked promising. Genius plan, we will combine efforts. Instructor was already horse shopping forContinue reading “Horse Shopping Jinx”