Horses & Other Interests
Never approach hay while wearing fleece clothing.
This is why I don’t wear fleece to the barn. I only went out to check. They talked me into the extra hay serving. Yes, I am wearing my award jacket [Loot] around the house as a sweatshirt. Have I mentioned that I am 12 years old, or possibly 6?
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Katherine Walcott
“Aren’t you glad you’re a saddle seat rider?”
Huh? We were standing in the permanent stabling, next to the covered walkway, leading to the indoor ring, watching the pouring rain. My feet were dry. My feet were likely to stay dry. I remarked that, at this moment, I did not miss eventing. (Eventing = charging around outside in all weathers. In England, if it doesn’t rain, they cancel the event. But I digress.) I got the response above. Self-identity is a funny thing. I consider myself a jumper rider, although I haven’t jumped in years. I consider myself an event rider, although I haven’t evented in decades. I consider myself a person who takes lessons & shows saddle seat. But a “saddle seat rider”? Not me.
Still, whatever I call myself, the natives have welcomed me into their midst. (Far nicer, I’m sorry to say, than a saddle seat rider going the other way. Again, I digress.) One of the families at the barn runs a t-shirt shop, The Sassy Equestrian [Etsy, Facebook]. At Pro-Am, we were all given Stepping Stone Farm Show Squad 2016 shirts. Friday was the designated shirt day. I got the feels looking at all of us in our Team Awesome shirts.
An important part of Team Awesome is the horses. Alvin Ailey (Alvin) was my driving partner. Sultan’s Miracle Man (Sam) took me into the riding classes.
The driving class had one other entrant, but the horse was fancy. My only chance was to outshow them. I resolved to stay off the rail, hit lane 2 [Boot Camp Bucks], and press the gas. Alvin was all over it. I asked him for a charging regular trot. He delivered. I asked him for as much extended trot as we could without cantering. He delivered. I asked him to work his corners. He did. Although I was finally a driver instead of a passenger, all credit still goes to Alvin. He was like a teacher hearing my lessons. ‘Yes, that is how you ask for a proper trot. Very good.’ Second Class. Don’t rest on my laurels. Don’t give the judge a chance to share the love. If dirt wasn’t hitting me in the face, we weren’t going fast enough. Between the inside lines and the speed, we got some Tokyo Drift going in the corners. Alvin was loving it.
Sam, on the other hand, was in a mood. He was not loving it. He was not loving me. We spent the first few passes carping at each other. Down the backstretch, he tossed his head down in what would have been, in a less dignified horse, a bucking fit. Sigh. Only two riders in the class. Unlikely that the judge was not watching. While cantering in the second direction (Sam & I canter beautifully. Unfortunately saddle seat is all about the trot. Digress.), we passed the other horse. Trotting. Well, then. Certainly, I do not wish bad luck to my competition. I want them to have wonderful rides – as they eat my dust. However, if they are going to have a bad day, I appreciate that they do so when I am also having a bad day. We won, but it was a best-of-the-worst situation. Sam pulled his socks up for the second class but still not ideal. I didn’t see much of the other horse, but I heard enough trainer noise coming from outside the ring that I assumed other horse did not do as well in the sock-pulling department. Improvement and the win.
Then we waited for the championship class. I tried to find something that would make Sam a happy horse. I tried standing. I tried having someone love on him. I tried walking. Trotting seemed to give him the least time to fuss. So we trotted. I stopped trying to fix it. I sat too far back, lifted my hands to my eyebrows, and started trying to fix it like a saddle seat rider. Sam is never happy with my ersatz hunter moves. For whatever reason, we got to a place where I could do a bit of styling during the class. It’s hard for an adult to beat the kids. I pulled into the line-up thinking, ‘At least I didn’t give it away.’ We won! Cue the goofy grin.
Yes, I went 5 for 5. It. Was. Awesome. I’m proud of the beginning and end classes. I drove/rode well. I can be my own worst critic, so you know it was a good day when I am willing to praise myself in public. On the other hand, the middle classes were examples of my horse show bread landing butter side up.
On the way out, the folks from Richfield Video interviewed the winners. I talked five times to the poor man holding the microphone. I managed a usable soundbite once. The rest were the same ‘It was great. The horse was great.’ drivel that I used to get when I covered horse shows.
Go Team Stepping Stone!
Show Details 2016
Pro-Am Benefit Classic Horse Show of Georgia
April 2, 2016
Georgia National Fairgrounds & Agricenter
Perry, GA, USA
122 – Aca Showmanship Driving, Alvin Ailey, 1st of 2
123 – Aca Reinsmanship Driving, Alvin Ailey, 1st of 2
134 – Aca Equitation WTC Adult, Sultan’s Miracle Man, 1st of 2
135 – Aca Showmanship WTC Adult, Sultan’s Miracle Man, 1st of 2
138 – Aca WTC Championship, Sultan’s Miracle Man, 1st of 6
Thank you to the Wamble family and Courtney Huguley for the awesome horses. Thank you to Alvin and Sam for being awesome, eventually.
Show Photographer Doug Shiflet. In the first four classes, I am the one with the helmet. In the fifth class, I am the one with the blue vest & big fluffy ribbon. My photo download rant, including a link to message by Mr. Shiflet.
Show Posts 2015
Show Today: Kids & Counting at ProAm
Show Report: Pro Am 2015, On Being Muddled
Show Tweets: Pro Am 2015
Art Foto Friday: Horse Show Scenic, Pro Am 2015
Foto Friday: Roberto at Pro Am
Show Posts 2014
Back To The Bigtime
Causation
Georgia On My Mind – Show Report: Pro Am, Perry, GA
Hashtags – Show Tweets: Pro Am, Perry, GA
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
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Update. Show may have been casualty of caffeine experiment. [Show Report MSSP 2016, No More Magic Bullets, Archives]
The struggle is real.
A (generally) ironic saying often used in place of the saying, “first world problems”. Has slightly more urban undertones than “first world problems”. Denotes a situation where the user wishes to express that they are encountering some sort of undesirable difficulty, but dealing with it. With irony, it has a comical effect of dramatizing a non-critical, yet undesirable situation.
Urban Dictionary: The struggle is real
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Katherine Walcott
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Doing more biking. Still on my pitiful, proof-of-concept, 5.5 mile training ride [Nowhere, Winner]. It’s coming more easily. I’m able to lever my own ass off the couch during the week and not rely solely on joint rides over the weekend.
Whenever I am heading into the wind (or flapping through one more lap in the pool), I think of Gran Moff Tarkin’s words to Vader on the Death Star after the Millennium Falcon has “escaped”:
This had better work.
All this effort had better show up in my riding. A bolder jump cross-country, fewer seconds in a jump-off, a more sparkling pass in saddle seat. I want results and I want them yesterday!
Note to self: do NOT watch Criminal Minds reruns before a solo bike ride. Every harmless passing car becomes a haven for a skanky unsub who will run me off the road, inject me with exotic drugs, and perform weird and ritualistic violence on my person. My imagination does not need the help.
Note to everyone else: Follow a Criminal Minds episode with the recap on Castle Vardulon. Plot holes, factual errors, and continuity problems served up with generous doses of snark.
How is your exercise resolution going?
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Gratuitous Skyline: Birmingham, Alabama, USA
Greg had to attend a fancy business dinner. I got to stay home, confer with horses instead of people, and still enjoy the view. Win!
Taken at The Club.
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Katherine Walcott
English needs separate words for “want.”
Meaning 1) I think it’s a good idea in theory.
Meaning 2) I am willing to put in the necessary time, effort, spiritual energy to make it happen.
I have lots of the first type of want, less of the second.
I have ideas for lettering. Fantastic ideas. Artistic ideas. Clever ideas. Some are all three. Time, effort, and spiritual energy? Not so much.
Plus, the ideas never look as good on paper or on the screen as they do in my head. Somewhere there is an elegant quote that explains this. ‘We start a new skill, artistic endeavor, what-have-you, because we are excited by the brilliant examples we have seen. As beginners, our technical skills cannot yet create what we envision. This is natural. This is difficult. Keep trying.’ Google has let me down, so you will have to take my word for it.
Which is an elaborate way of saying that I didn’t get to my lettering this week.
Better luck next week.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Update: Found it! Advice for Beginners by Ira Glass.
Here it is an illustrated version:
Zen Pencils: Advice for Beginners by Ira Glass
The assist goes to to Horse Tender Studio for clueing me in to Zen Pencils:
Horse Tender Studio: Make Good Art
The sky is blue.
The clouds are white.
The grass is green.
The air is warm.
The doors are wide.
The air flows in.
My shirt has short sleeves.
The horse sheds on the barn floor.
The dog and I walk the edge of the field.
The dog runs.
I mull.
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Dedication: To Sunflower, for the encouragement.
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Katherine Walcott
Photo project from my Instagram feed, @rodneyssaga. [Previous, January 2016]
Specific: March was hat month.
General: Started Instagram as a blog tie-in [Rodney’s Instagram]. Did this instead. A single object each day. Nothing to do with the blog. Occasionally to do with horses. Published here for archival purposes.
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Katherine Walcott
Virtual Brush Box 