Repost BTR, July 2011: SITREP

Continuing to repost the entries from my previous monthly blogs Back To Eventing and Back To Riding.

After the paid-for section of the column/blog ended, I wandered off to other things. At a business conference a few months later, I was inspired to restart the blog as part of a writer’s platform. The webpage and other geegaws failed to materialize, but I stayed with the blog. I honestly cannot tell you why I have continued this long. Outside of the blog, I only write when I get paid.

SITREP
Written by Katherine Walcott, Illustration by Jean Abernethy

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves.” Anatole France (The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard 1881)

FORM: New Home, New Directions
The first nine installments appeared as a monthly commission for the US Eventing Association’s website. I wrote about my new horse and our goal of getting back into eventing. Then, a change in editorial emphasis left my column as a heap of electrons on the digital cutting room floor.

Meanwhile, I have grown intrigued by the challenges of documenting a process without a known endpoint. As an adventure in writing, I will continue by self, without benefit of market. In 22 years of equestrian journalism, writing has meant interviewing experts and arranging their opinions. It’s time to see if I have anything to say in my own right.

CONTENT: The Journey Continues
The story is simple. I have a fantastic horse. I can’t ride him. The reasons behind the story are myriad. Is this the slow beginning to a beautiful friendship or a classic amateur mistake of buying too much horse? My answer changes daily. Horse and Rider both have the physical skills required to show tomorrow. The problem lies between the collective ears. I’ll talk about his mindset at a later date, perhaps when I have a better handle on the subject. My issues form a layer cake of dysfunction.

My most obvious problem is simple nerves. Hyped up on a high-energy feed, Rodney shook me off a while back [see January column]. The feed problem has been corrected but the memory lingers. Counter to expectation, when he gets tense, I don’t have flashbacks to the fall. Instead, I channel the numerous near-misses when he would spook, jump, spin or perform an exciting mixture of all three. Even though I didn’t come off, the fits he pitched were mindbendingly irrational, athletic, and sudden. The sense I had of impending doom is what knots my stomach. By the time I was actually airborne, I was too busy bouncing and grunting to fret.

Before the rodeo act, I had what I’ll call the Ferrari Complex. I deliberately found a quality horse to step up to a new level. When I sit on his back, however, I wonder who I am kidding. My rides are accompanied by a litany of voices in my head telling me that I have no business driving a Ferrari.

Even if I were to become sane overnight, my body requires retraining. As I’ve said elsewhere, I had Previous Horse for 20 years. That’s the majority of my adult riding life on the same horse. All those tiny, automatic muscles that keep a rider centered above her horse are set to one pattern. Previous Horse was an ill-tempered, barely 16-hand Thoroughbred who moved like a collection of rusty sewing machine parts. Rodney is willing and 17+ hands, 15 of which are leg. He tacks like a stilt walker in a high wind. I get thrown back to front and side to side. While my mind knows that a lovely way of going = high dressage scores, my muscle-memory signals an ongoing state of imminent collapse.

The final layer lurks down where reason ends. I think that I am angry at Rodney for not being Previous Horse.

There’s no solution but work and time. So, I need patience. And I need it now.
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P.S. Links to back columns on Facebook at Rodney aka Perpetual Motion.
[Note: This is an old page used for these monthly columns. Current Facebook: Rodney’s Saga]
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Rodney’s Saga repost locations
Back To Eventing
BTE 1 of 9: How I Won the Training Level AEC
BTE 2 of 9: The Cast Assembles
BTE 3 of 9: The AEC, a Realization in Five Phases
BTE 4 of 9: New Horse Blues
BTE 5 of 9: Buying the Horse is Only the Beginning
BTE 6 of 9: Back To Square One
BTE 7 of 9: Getting to Know You
BTE 8 of 9: Spring Fitness
BTE 9 of 9: Forward Planning
Or
List of all nine direct USEA links

Back To Riding
Back To Riding posts

Foto Friday: Name That Spot

new spot

I have a new horse to share the load with Spotted and Mr. Spot. Like them, she is from Schleich. The bin said Trakehner mare, but I’m not finding her on the Trakehnen Breed page or elsewhere in the site. Photo taken at the Birmingham (US) Botanical Gardens.

To celebrate her German heritage, I looked up German words for spot: entdecken, erblicken, erkennen, erspähen, Fleck, Flecke bekommen, Klemme, Kurzmeldung, Marke, Nummer, Pickel, Plätzchen, Punkt, Pustel, Schweinwerfer, sehen, Sendezeit, Spielball, Stelle, tüpfeln, Tupfen, Werbespot. [Word Hippo: German/Spot]

Various meanings:
Spot as in location – Stelle
Spot as in mark – Fleck
Spot as in to see – erspähen

Chose by meaning? By pretty sound? Thoughts?

In Defense of Caesar

Caesar profile

Silhouette by Judith Housel

I blog a lot of smack about Previous Horse, aka Caesar, show name Seize The Day:

He was a cranky, opinionated PIA. Caesar only ever loved Caesar. He cared not a whit if I fell off. [Dreary Monday]

or

Previous Horse was the most stubborn being I have ever met. When he said No, he meant, No, that is not physically possible, no horse has ever done it, I will not even consider it. [Casting a Shadow from Beyond]

or

The only way to deal with a strong-willed horse is to be even stronger. I know this. I spent 20 years keeping Previous Horse’s monstrous ego in check. [Grooming Bats]

He certainly was a grumpy bastard.

Sometimes.

Most of the time he was a perfectly normal horse. I tend to talk about those aspects that distinguish him from other horses. Like the time he launched all four legs off the ground. While tied to the trailer. At the age of 22.

But I digress.

Caesar was athletic. He carried himself in a compact package. I never got tired of watching him move in the field. We never bothered much with gymnastics. We’d set up a line. He’d bop through. ‘That was easy. What’s next?’ I asked him to trot a line of cavalleti to make him round and stretch. He treated the exercise as a line of spread bounces: jump two, bounce between the next two, jump two, bounce…

Caesar was balanced. He never saw the point of obsessing over the correct lead on a turn. If it was a wide turn, he’d zoom around using whichever lead he was on at the time. If it was a tight turn, he throw in a flying change. I never taught him these. He just did them as needed.

Caesar had a sense of fairness. He would misbehave. I would wallop him. He’d shrug. If I lost my head and gave him a gentle, attention-getting tap with a crop, he would leave off what he was doing and have complete come-apart at the injustice.

Caesar had opinions. Loud ones. A friend was drumming business for a horse whisperer. Even she agreed that Caesar didn’t need to be whispered. He made his feelings clear.

Caesar never made me nervous about getting on. Even from day one. He is the only horse of whom I can say this. We reached.

Caesar, aka Previous Horse – 16h, bay, Thoroughbred gelding, b. 1983. Bought at age 6 off the track. Showed Adult Jumpers. Died peacefully at home in 2009 at the age of 26. [Cast of Critters]

Card came with silhouette above. Prices and other info may be outdated.
Card came with silhouette above.
Prices and other info may be outdated.

Show Tweets: Dixie Cup 2015

The full quote:

“Most people who ride at top level will say if they are not feeling butterflies before a big class, something is wrong. They’ve made friends with the energy and are able to use it in a positive way,” says Johnston. “They allow themselves to be passionate about wanting to do well.”

This was one of the mantras that did not work. Resonated beforehand. On the day, no effect at all.

Insomnia aggravated by failure of imagination.

Show Report: Dixie Cup 2015

Shadow Rider Photo by Courtney Huguley
Shadow Rider
Photo by Courtney Huguley

April 30-May 2, 2015
Georgia International Horse Park
Conyers, GA, USA
Dixie Cup Horse Show on Facebook

Saturday, May 2, 2015
With Alvin Ailey
301 Aca. Equitation WTC Adult, 1st of 1
302 Aca. Show. WTC Adult, 1st of 1
317 Aca. WTC Championship, 3rd of 3
Thank you to the Wamble family for the awesome Alvin.

Show Photographer Casey McBride. In the Championship, black horse, blue helmet. (Note all entrants in this class wearing helmets! I’d estimate three-quarters of the entrants in most classes had helmets.) Photo rant. Lately, I have been hearing less about folks downloading without paying. Either social media protocol is getting better, the photographers have given up, or I am not listening in the right places.

As for me, I didn’t ride as well as I would have liked. Perhaps 50% of what I was getting in my lessons. Do I count that as progress? Ha! I want it all and I want it immediately, regardless of how reasonable I tried to sound previously [Show Today]. Plus, it’s hard for me to sit chilly when my horse is in a mood to ease on down the highway, particularly as I have a tendency to careen around the ring myself.

It may not have mattered. In the solo classes, I got blues for reaching the finish line. After the championship class, the feeling around the barn was that I was not going to beat the adorable children no matter how well I rode. If true, that’s okay. There are other times when being the old fart works in my favor.

As far as getting control of my nerves, the day was a complete bust. I had mantras. They didn’t make a dent. I brought articles to read over. I never picked them up. I took advantage of being the only entry in my class to run a comparative diagnostic on why I was still anxious. No dice. The only thing that has ever succeeded in keeping my head together at a horse show is the distraction of having a horse to get ready.

Onward!

Take-Away Message

Day One Nice to see you again.
Day One
Nice to see you again.

Milton continues to transform back into the lovely horse I met in Lexington [Logistics: Shipping]. His ears are up. His coat is glossy. His topline is less hunched. He lets us pick out his back feet without attempting to kick. It’s amazing how good life is when you don’t ache all over [Clean Cups!]. Oddly, none of his symptoms or behaviors were ever digestive. He continued to eat and poop with alacrity. But enough about him. Let’s talk about me. What have I learned?

That I am not an idiot.

GIVEN: I don’t know everything about horses. I will never know everything about horses. I will continue to make mistakes. I need to own my mistakes, rather than blame the horse, the weather, or the unkind fates.

HOWEVER: I have been doing this a long time. I have been fortunate to have been around horses regularly since the late 70s. I have had daily responsibility for my horses since 1992. I need to own that as well.

THEREFORE: if I am having that much trouble coping with a horse, there is a reason external to hapless inability on my part.

Would the timeline would have changed had I not been wallowing my own inadequacies? Perhaps we would have been more aggressive. Perhaps not. Either way, I would have been much less miserable.

Now I need to remember. And believe.

Text Art: K is for Kopertox(R)

letter 2015 K

For those who haven’t enjoyed sticky, green hands: “Recommended as an aid in treating horses and ponies with thrush due to organisms susceptible to copper naphthenate.” Zoetis US: KOPERTOX®

For the rest of us, did you know “Shake well before use”? News to me. ibid.

Alphabet 2015
J is for Jump
I is for Irons
H is for Hay
G is for Green Grass
F is for Feed
E is for Eventing
D is for Dressage
C is for Caesar
B is for Boot
A Is For Appaloosa