Show Report: Riding at ProAm 2017, or Showing Without My Security Blanket I

Saddle Seat Wednesday

Pro-Am Benefit Classic Horse Show of Georgia
April 5-8, 2017
Georgia National Fairgrounds & Agricenter
Perry, GA, USA

132. Academy Equitation WTC Adult, 2nd of 2
133. Academy Showmanship WTC Adult, 2nd of 2
136. Academy WTC Championship, 5th of 6
All classes with A Woman of Design (Desi)
Thank you to Reagan Upton

Sam & I rock the Georgia National Fairgrounds. At the fall show, we are undefeated, four for four, two years in row. At Pro-Am, which tales place in the spring, we are almost undefeated. In 2014, we won two out of three. In 2016, we won all our classes, including a moderately large all-age championship. Us old farts gotta ride hard to beat the young & cute.

Not this year

Without Sam, Perry is not my happy place.

To quote myself,

Me: Was my first class as bad as I think it was?
Coach: Yes
[Show Report: Pro Am 2015, On Being Muddled]

Although Trump & I scratched out a win and Robert & I had fun galloping around the Championship, Pro-Am 2015 was not my finest hour. Neither was 2017.

Second of two can indicate a close race. Second can represent a personal victory. This was not one of those days. I would have been last in any company. There were no specific errors of course. Desi and I walked and trotted and cantered where we were supposed to. We got our diagonals and leads. There were simply an accumulated abundance of style and presentation flaws.

I pulled my socks up for the third class. However, the judge was done with me by then. Or perhaps I didn’t get my socks as high as I thought.

Possible Reason 1: I suck. Or, at least, I sucked on the day. Sometimes, you’re the windshield; sometimes, you’re the bug.

Possible Reason 2: I make the mare crazy. I have an electric seat. In lessons, I do not ride Desi with a stick. It was deemed that I would need to carry one in the show ring. I think the combination of me with a stick was more than she could cope with, causing me to ride defensively. Coach Courtney disagrees. She thinks the mare was perfectly fine and that I was willoming and flolloping in the saddle for my own ineffable reasons.

Either way, the observable facts are that I did not carry a stick in the third class and that the third class was, if not good, at least better. What if I had started off in the first class without a stick? Woulda, coulda, shoulda.

Possible Reason 3: Clashing Styles. In my dressage lesson [Rodney’s Dressage Lesson], I was told to widen my hands, to look down at the horse (yes, he really said ‘Stop staring off into space.’), and to move my arms in rhythm with the horse’s walk. In my saddle seat lessons, it’s pinkies inside the reins, look up, hands up, hands together, and sit back (as in actually back toward the cantle, not just stop slouching). I have no doubt I will be able to ride both eventually. However, there may be a period of adjustment as I learn to run two sets of code simultaneously.

I know – intellectually – that a bad day at a horse show is still a good day, but I’m having a hard time feeling it at the moment. Onwards!

Pro-Am links [list]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Rodney in Wraps

I is for Impressions. If you are joining me from Blogging A To Z, welcome! Since the blog is already daily, with topics for each day [About: Schedule], there is no specific A To Z theme. I may even skip a few letters. Gasp. Clutch the pearls. The goal for this year is less crazy, more visiting. [Ze State of Ze Blog 2014]

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(No photos. Left phone in jacket when I took it off. Thought about running back to get. Decided to be in the moment rather than fuss about documenting it.)

After Milton’s weekly trailer jaunt [Mobile], we did a test load for Rodney. Wrap. On. Stand. Off. Aced it.

He stood quietly while I wrapped his legs. Clearly, he remembered this. Equally clearly, it was not a bad memory. When we moved off, he did a can-can. We laughed. His look said, let me tie mattresses to your legs and see how gracefully you move.

I had trouble getting his large carcass properly situated in the slant load. We backed off and tried again. He didn’t leave the trailer as much as roll off like a car that hadn’t been properly chocked. The rig was on a slight hill.

Got him better positioned. Closed the side gate. Fed treats. Offered the hay net. He said, ‘No. This is a carrots-or-better situation.’

Calm. Alert. Dignified. His attitude the whole time was of a horse aware of and in control of his surroundings. As we walked to the trailer, I caught the aura of Big Time Show Horse coming through.

As I related in our origin story [Horse Illustrated], I saw Rodney four years before I bought him. He was a different horse by the time we saw him again. This is the first time I have caught a glimpse of the horse I saw lo these many years ago.

Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I was just so happy to see my horse one tiny bit closer to being a performance partner instead of – or in addition to – being a pet.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Keeping it Real

H is from the Heart. If you are joining me from Blogging A To Z, welcome! Since the blog is already daily, with topics for each day [About: Schedule], there is no specific A To Z theme. I may even skip a few letters. Gasp. Clutch the pearls. The goal for this year is less crazy, more visiting. [Ze State of Ze Blog 2014]

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In The Imposter Syndrome: Health & Fitness, Stellar Fashion and Fitness considers what has elsewhere been called “curated” lives.

“There’s a lot of talk about what we see on social media and how it’s the ‘best’ side of us, not the ‘real’ side of us.”

Have I done that?

It has never been my intention to present my life as a rose-strewn path. (It is, and I have no right to complain, but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

Change is interesting. Lately, there have been small changes for the better.

The issues in my life are those of stagnation rather than tragedy (Thankfully!). Same old, same old. Moping doesn’t make for good narrative.

Finally, I have whined so long and so hard on this blog over the years, I figure no one wants to hear it anymore. I’m certainly tired of living it.

Bottom line:

Riding well is the only thing I’ve ever really wanted. When I look out at my pasture and see two beautiful horses that I can’t ride, I feel like a failure every day of my life.

Which leads to guilt. How dare I. The world is full of problems so very, very much more serious.

I run on failure and guilt. For real.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Letter Art, AlphaBooks: G is for Gray

 

Horsepower
Patsey Gray
Young Readers 1966

My childhood copy that has followed me through many years and many moves.

No website, no Wiki page.
Pony Mad Book Lovers: Patsey Gray aka Virginia Clark
Jane Badger Books: Patsey Gray
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G Posts
Greenlee, Ballyloch [Referral Saturday: Adieu]
Green [A Fool But Not an April Fool]

This Year

[F is for Francis]
[E is for Endicott]
[D is for Doty]
[C is for Cooper]
[B is for Brown]
[A is for Anderson]

This Letter

[G is for Green Grass] 2015
[G is for Ghost Gallery] 2016

Past Years
[2016 Alphabet] [2015 Alphabet]

Project explanation [AlphaBooks 2017]. Open to recommendations for the remaining letters. Which books would you choose?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Why I Ride, Six-Word Essay

G is for Missed It By THAT Much. Tomorrow is my G post. Couldn’t figure a way to wedge it in here. Blogging A To Z


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I ride because I can’t not.

Katie and Rachel have great stories.
Why I Ride by Katie Wood
Why I Ride by Rachel Wamble

My writing has an [origin story].
My riding has no origin story.
My riding career trajectory is simple.

A city kid at summer camp.
Moved to the suburbs. Rode regularly.
Never occurred to me to stop.

I ride because I can’t not.
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Six-Word Memoirs
Six Word Stories
[Brevity is the soul of wit]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Foto Friday: Instagram March 2017

F is for Foto Friday, by happy accident. If you are joining me from Blogging A To Z, welcome! Since the blog is already daily, with topics for each day [About: Schedule], there is no specific A To Z theme. I may even skip a few letters. Gasp. Clutch the pearls. The goal for this year is less crazy, more visiting. [Ze State of Ze Blog 2014]

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March Instagram from @rodneyssaga.

 

March 2017

Previous [Instagram February 2017]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Lots of Lessons

Driving Thursday

E is for Education. If you are joining me from Blogging A To Z, welcome! Since the blog is already daily, with topics for each day [About: Schedule], there is no specific A To Z theme. I may even skip a few letters. Gasp. Clutch the pearls. The goal for this year is less crazy, more visiting. [Ze State of Ze Blog 2014]

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Our driving education continues. We both had lessons.

Combined Driving, Greg

This is what happens when the driver is heavy on the brakes.


Saddle Seat, Katherine

Speaking of brakes …

… Snippy legit ran off in my last lesson.

It really wasn’t too bad. By the time I realized, ‘Houston, we have a problem.’ and started to react, he thankfully dropped out of it. I suspect it was more disconcerting to watch than to experience.

I was more apprehensive about an incident earlier in the lesson. We were trotting. I was requesting an extended trot. Instead of complying, Snippy [earlier lesson, photo] slowed to a walk, then stopped. We were right next to the gate, so it could have been an innocent momentum dump.

However, as he ground to a stop in front of me, I had a flash of all the things that could go wrong from here. Greg and I have been told repeatedly that you get in less trouble driving when the horse is moving forward. Back and/or up are not things you want to think about (I feel superstitious even typing this). So, I took one look at the stationary horse butt in front of me and said, ‘No sir. You will resume trotting immediately.’

Later, while he was zooming along, I had a moment to think, ‘At least he’s going forward.’

Of course, that was then. Now my brain is obsessing over the minor incidents – that I totally handled – in an otherwise stellar lesson. There are times when I hate my brain.

Forward. Forward. Forward.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott