Repost, BTE 9 of 9: Forward Planning

Continuing to repost the entries from my previous monthly blogs Back To Eventing and Back To Riding. This was originally posted on the USEA website Thu, 2011-06-09, archived here. Illustration by Jean Abernethy.

Not only my last Back To Eventing column but my last assignment of any kind for the USCTA/USEA. I wrote for their magazine for many years, under both names and several editors [Summary]. By the time the column was canceled, the magazine had a new, young editor who was bringing in her people to do their thing. Oh well, shift happens. I picked up my typewriter in my arthritic paws and tottered off into the sunset.

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Back To Eventing: Forward Planning
(A series on – slowly, slowly – renewing one rider’s eventing career)

“Even if you get knocked down, pick yourself and keep trying to be the best you can be despite the odds.” Joe Fargis

“Follow your dreams even if they seem impossible.” Mary King
from How Good Riders Get Good by Denny Emerson [Trafalgar 2011]

As of April 1st – 161 days to the American Evening Championships 2011

The Clinic
I’ve done something very stupid, very brave, or very both. I’ve signed Rodney and me up for a Jimmy Wofford clinic in October at Foxwood Farms. I have signed up for an eventing clinic with a horse I can’t ride who has never jumped a cross-country fence. I figure that in the next six months, we will have made:

A) No progress. My fancy new horse will have turned into a 1400-lb pasture ornament. In which case, I will be fit company for neither man nor beast.

B) Little progress. Riding, but not enough to participate. In which case, I will audit the clinic and chug Maalox out of frustration.

C) Great progress in the wrong direction. We will have evented several times, and he will have let it be known that he would rather be a Show Jumper, thank you very much. In which case, he better have decided to be a darned good one.

Or, theoretically possible,

D) Great progress. We will have evented several times, forming the start of a wonderful eventing career of which the clinic will be an educational and entertaining step. In which case, hubby will have sprained his jaw from saying I told you so.

The Event
In a similar spirit of optimism, hubby and I checked out cross-country day at a local event. One or two of the Novice fences elicited eyebrow elevation. However, Beginner Novice is mostly variations on the theme of log. Add a ditch with no depth, terrain, and a trot through water and we’re good to go. This doesn’t preclude a bilateral meltdown when we come out of the start box, but at least the concept is feasible.

Back when Novice was called Pretraining, I dimly recall attending my first event on a green horse without a clue between us. We’d done zero formal cross-country practice before showing up on the day. On the other hand, I was boarding at a 1000-acre farm. We were on the trail more often than in the ring: galloping through mud, jumping pasture fencing, and doing all manner of other things we should not have been doing. I promise not to turn into a nostalgic curmudgeon constantly yapping about how it was back in the day. If you were there, you know; if you weren’t, you don’t care. I bring up the past to illustrate that I will need to deliberately recreate that background by shipping to trail rides, riding in hunter shows, visiting other barns, and jumping lots and lots of cross-country schooling to prepare for my first event this time around.

Back in the present, one highlight of the day was meeting the titular heroine of The Chronicles of the $700 Pony & The Further Adventures of the $700 Pony [Half Halt, 2006 & 2008] written by Ellen Broadhurst and illustrated by Patricia Naegeli. When reading, ya gotta wonder how much an author embellishes for effect. I can report that Pony-in-real-life has just as much attitude and just as much beautiful tail. Pony’s adventures continue in a blog by her new rider, Marisa Goode. Broadhurst now blogs about her family’s life abroad.

One low point of the day was the horsemanship. At the risk of reranting, after cross-country – GET OFF YOUR HORSE. To the riders who did, thank you. To the ones who rode back to the barn on hot and sweaty horses, who do you think just did all the work out there!?!
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To access back columns in the USEA archives, check out Rodney’s Facebook page: Rodney aka Perpetual Motion.

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I wrote about the Wofford clinic later that year: Weekend with Wofford.
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The Further Adventures of the $700 Pony is available on Amazon as an ebook.
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The Goode & Broadhurst blogs are defunct. As is my Perpetual Motion Facebook page.
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Rodney’s Saga repost locations
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
Or
List of all nine direct USEA links

Show Tweets: Pro Am 2015

I know my mom reads my show tweets (waves hi!). Therefore, I thought this would be a nice way to signal the start of a tweet series. A bookend to the “Home safe” message.

#horse. I kept forgetting to add the hashtag.

Show Report: Pro Am 2015, On Being Muddled

Stepping Stone Farm Ribbons
Stepping Stone Farm Ribbons

Pro-Am Benefit Classic Horse Show of Georgia
April 1-4, 2015
Georgia National Fairgrounds & Agricenter
Perry, GA, USA

Saturday, April 4
111. Academy Equitation WTC Adult, Trump, 2nd of 4
112. Academy Showmanship WTC Adult, Trump, 1st of 4
120D. Academy WTC Championship, Roberto, 6th of 11
Thank you to Ashlyn Seagle and Reagan Huguley for the awesome horses.

Show Photographer Doug Shiflet. My photo download rant, including a message from Mr. Shiflet. Intellectual property, it’s a thing. WIPO

After the performance classes, Sam decided he was done showing for the weekend. I would ride Trump in the regular classes and Roberto in the championship. I had to jettison all the preshow visualizations of the clever maneuvers I was planning to execute [Show Today: Pro Am]. Instead, I began to worry about the show when I failed to get my canter leads with Trump [Report: SSF] and about the pressure of riding my coach’s horse.

The show was not my finest hour:
Me: Was my first class as bad as I think it was?
Coach: Yes.

In hindsight, I blame the leg lessons [Repercussions]. For the last three Wednesdays, I had joined the group equitation lesson. We did no-stirrup work, sitting trot, two-point, and so on. It worked. At the show, I felt balanced over my feet. My upper legs were tighter on the horse. I was able to dig my knees in and swing my lower legs away as required in saddle seat.

Unfortunately, these improvements came at the expense of every ounce of saddle seat from the waist up. We had thought we might be able to mitigate the damage. I didn’t look too bad in lessons. Even in warm-up, I had moments. However, once I went in the ring, the small changes opened the door to allow decades of showing in other styles to swamp my tenuous grasp of saddle seat showing.

The trot wasn’t immediately awful. In Mr. Shiflet’s photo 112-008-PA15, you can see I am trying to lift my hands & look up. However, the saddle seat window dressing is having no influence on my core forward seat position. I’m not unhappy with the body position. It looks balanced. It looks strong. It just doesn’t look saddle seat.

At the canter, my bad habits came roaring back. Suddenly, I was leaning forward to get the canter and thundering around once I’d gotten it. Pitching one’s weight onto the horse’s front end is not a useful signal in any discipline. It is particularly unuseful in saddle seat. The rider is expected to stay back, out of the way, so that the horse can be light and fluffy in the shoulder. In addition, saddle seat judges expect a horse to execute a contained, dynamic canter, not to gallop flat out as if making up time during the run-in after the last jump on cross-country.

Furthermore, I was out-of-proportion upset by the switch in horses. Why? Trump is a sweetheart. Roberto is a blast to ride. I posit that being physically muddled led to being mentally muddled. Therefore, by extension, physical confidence influences mental confidence. Score one for mind/body unity versus mind/body dichotomy.

No more leg lessons. This is not an excuse. A few exercises should not have caused me to fall so completely apart. However, it is an action item. I had a bad show. I have identified an avenue to get back on track.

I think (I hope? I wonder? We shall see.) that I will be able to continue with saddle seat if (when!) I start riding my own horses. The Thoroughbreds will be ridden in suitably Thoroughbred styles in suitably Thoroughbred hunter/jumper or dressage saddles. Saddle seat time will be reserved for saddle seat riding. The problem comes when I execute alien maneuvers, i.e. two-point or sitting trot, in saddle seat.

Don’t cross the streams.

Update: Coach’s Comments
While my Coach does not disagree with the theories above, she thinks my problems at the show stemmed mainly from not adjusting to the last-minute horse swap and to stressing about getting my canter leads with Trump. She says it’s all in my head. She’s not wrong.

Why I Am Pinkie Pie

Have you ever wondered which My Little Pony you are? No? I have.

I’m not gentle enough to be Fluttershy.
MLP Flutter

I’m not practical enough to be Applejack.
MLP Applejack

I’m not enough of a fashion maven to be Rarity. I’m not enough of a party animal to be Pinky Pie. That leaves the tomboyish Rainbow Dash or the heroic Twilight Sparkle.
MLP Twi Sp

Or so I thought.

One day at the children’s zoo, I was tasked with cleaning the pasture water trough. It was a mess. I emptied it, dragged it into the barn, and brought out the bleach. My boss came by while I was scrubbing the inside corners. He said he wished he could clone me. Tickled, I told my husband. To which my life-long soulmate replied that, as much as he loved me, one of me was enough.

One Saturday morning a few years later, we were watching MLP. I was watching; husband was stuck in the same room. It was Episode 55: Too Many Pinkie Pies, wherein Pinkie Pie gets cloned and drives everyone nuts. Husband didn’t say a word. He just gave me a look.

I am Pinkie Pie.

MLP Pinkie

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My Little Pony on Rodney’s Saga
Labels: A Gender Rant
A Plea for Hobby Tolerance
Feliz Cinco de Mayo linking to Mexican Ponies 101

Text Art: $5 Silhouette Graphic

RodneysSaga

Tina Collins (waves hi!) over at With A Stroke Of The Horse: Writing about Horses & Equine (book) Reviews sent me a coupon for Fiverr®. Folks post ads wherein they offer a variety of Gigs®, priced at, you guessed it, five dollars each. I chose “I will make a typography silhouette graphic for $5” from hellobman.

Thank you Tina Collins! Thank you hellobman!

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I don’t know where it might lead, but this definitely counts as an unexpected door! [State of the Blog]