At the risk of repeating myself, Rodney is still freaking out about trotting in hand, yet he lets us bop him – ever so gently – on the nose with a neon pink, plastic kickball.
WTF?
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At the risk of repeating myself, Rodney is still freaking out about trotting in hand, yet he lets us bop him – ever so gently – on the nose with a neon pink, plastic kickball.
WTF?
Results: third & first with Alvin Ailey. The yellow is new. The only other yellow ribbons in my saddleseat collection (so far) are part of the championship ribbons (puff, puff). That makes at least one blue from every saddleseat show except the Horsemanship Challenge (she says, tempting fate….).
Preshow
When I arrived, I found that Adult Academy Walk-Trot had six riders. 6!! I had been getting far too blase from classes with two entries. My second from the previous show may have been last place, but it was still a red.
In the last few lessons with Alvin, I had skipped my standard pre-ride panic attack. So, the nerves on Saturday where straight-up show nerves. I don’t care what it is. If I compete, I want to win. There is a good reason Hubby refuses to play cards with me.
I am slowly working my way through Nerve: Poise Under Pressure. Serenity Under Stress, and the Brave New Science of Fear and Cool by Taylor Clark [Little, Brown 2011].
Research on test anxiety … found that reminding students that they’re multitalented, whole people helps reduce their performance worries. [p 176]
I reminded myself that neither first place nor last is a referendum on who I am as a person. It helped. Not completely, but somewhat.
I considered that any placing had advantages. A win would be lovely. A last place would point out areas I needed to work on. Again, partial success.
Finally, during the class before mine, I watched Alvin go with one of the juniors (They won). The thought slipped into my head, Hurry up, I wanna get on & ride. Slowly, I make progress.
First Class
Alvin was his stellar self. I rode fine. I heard “Sit back” from the rail a few times. Situation normal. We came in third. Apparently, I would sit back on command but only briefly. Within a few steps, I would lean forward and get on with whatever mysterious business keeps me so occupied in the show ring. I would have said I rode exactly the same as I did at home. Apparently, no.
Second Class
In between classes, I asked Assistant Instructor for advice. I had no doubt that Head Instructor was correct. I thought hearing the problem phrased differently might help the message sink through my cranium. When I asked her what body part I was moving, she said, “All of them.” Her buzzword was ‘Still’. This is a lifelong challenge for me. Hence the inspirational wall decoration from Wortman Pottery.
I was determined to be still. If I was going to get yelled at, it would be for doing too little. I achieved the riding equivalent of sitting zazen while thinking about my breath. Do you have any idea how HARD it is for me to remain quiet even for the duration of a walk-trot class? I was so focused on holding myself neutral relative to the horse that I did not have the brain space left to organize a smile. We won.
Afterwards, folks congratulated me. I agreed with them. No polite demurrals here. I’m proud of that blue. It may be from a little fun show, but I worked my @$$ off for it.
Next step: Achieving repeatability.
Elsewhere at the show
Good news for the helmet evangelists among us. A rider in the five-gaited class wore a helmet.
As you may have read elsewhere on the site, this blog started as a column for the USEA. To quote myself:
The idea was to buy a new horse, ride, train, and return to Eventing after 20 years away. I would use that structure to commit Deep Thoughts on horses, the new face of Eventing, the fate of civilization, etc. [Where]
Sweet deal, no? When Rodey declined to be a competition horse, he not only torpedoed my riding career, he didn’t do my writing any favors either. Moving on.
Back to Eventing: How I Won the Training Level AEC
BTE: The Cast Assembles
BTE: The AEC, a Realization in Five Phases
BTE: New Horse Blues
BTE: Buying a Horse is Only the Beginning
BTE: Back to Square One
BTE: Getting to Know You
BTE: Spring Fitness
BTE: Forward Planning
In addition, I wrote a bimonthly book column for many years. The last year was online:
Book Reviews – Horse Trivia and Wofford’s Eventing Tips
Second Chance for Racehorses – Book & DVD Reviews
On The Bookshelf
On the Bookshelf – Life Among the Winners
Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction
Book Sale Prizelist
Most of the other articles I wrote for them were pre-digital. One of my favorite series was going behind the scenes at Rolex. I’d pick a segment of the event, often small or obscure, and follow the folks around to find out about the enormous amount of work involved in fence decorating or running the victory presentation. Did you know it takes over 30 volunteers to organize and hand out all the prizes? In 2007, two competitors, Tiana Coudray and Kristin Bachman, were kind enough to allow me along on their weekend. One of them has the article on her website.
Tiana Coudray/News, “A Tale of Two Riders”, click on page image for PDF.
Back when I had a writing career, I wrote for TheHorse: Your Guide To Equine Health Care. Since the audience was vets, barn managers, and similarly serious horse folks, the articles had to be in depth and current. I managed this by finding experts and listening to them talk about their work.
Fireproofing Older Barns, Apr 1, 2000
Prepurchase Exams: What Can They Tell You?, Jul 1, 2000
Girth Strap Tightness, Apr 1, 2001
Wildlife Disease: Contagious Critters, May 1, 2001
Common Barn Injuries, Sep 13, 2001
Posting The Guard, Sep 17, 2001
Airing Out Your Barn, Oct 18, 2001
Mosquito Patrol, Jul 1, 2002
Frangible Pins: Making Cross Country Jumps Safer, May 20, 2003
Feeding Horses With Laminitis, Aug 1, 2004
Buying Better Hay — Stacks of Decisions, Oct 1, 2004
Early Jump Training Unnecessary, with Stephanie Church, May 3, 2005
Safe and Healthful Stall Mats, Jun 1, 2007
Eradicating Pasture Erosion, May 1, 2008
Eliminating Ammonia, Dec 1, 2011
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Last week, I had a lesson on Alvin. I got sucked into his tendencey to drop out of the canter repeatedly and without warning. This week, I found that a slight driving aid kept him in gear. Mostly. I prevented a few attempts to downshift and could start to feel the warning signs. Until, of course he decided we were done with that gait.
A good lesson horse doesn’t do what you ask at the press of a button. Where is the learning in that? A good lesson horse does what you ask when you ask correctly.
At the same time a good lesson horse cuts the rider some slack. As long as your request is framed reasonably well, you will get a reasonable response. In contrast, Previous Horse was not a reasonable horse. If I asked for anything, his first response was, No. Not possible. If I knew deep in my heart that my aids were correct and I insisted, he would see things my way. At the first sign of weakness or doubt, he would insist that I was the one in the wrong. He won those discussions more often than he should have.
So, good lesson horses are difficult enough to help you learn but kind enough to reward you for getting close. Priceless.
What have you learned from lesson horses?
Although I consider myself a non-outdoorsy person, rain puts a crimp in my plans. Storms on Tuesday caused me to cancel my lesson. The saddleseat barn does have a small, covered arena. However, I had to stay home to watch the horses and keep our barn dry.
Nor could I do any of my exercises of choice: biking, swimming, or walking the dog around the field.
Plus, I had to go off the air during the worst of the storms lest my computer go down in a power surge.
Therefore, my reaction was:
1) Wonderful. This gives me the chance to stay in, catch up on my desk work, do laundry, and pop in the Tai Chi DVD to work on my flexibility.
or
B, no, 2) Pfffft. Bring on the Doctor Who reruns.
They say that when you forget an item, you subconsciously wish to stay.
I have been leaving all manner of items at the saddleseat barn, from my tea mug to my wallet. I don’t lose things. The only other time in recent memory that I misplaced my wallet was after four days of the trade fair at Rolex. I found it at the bottom of suitcase. I figured it was hiding in fear.
Now, I have taken it up a notch. I have started to take away things that aren’t mine. One of the munchkins asked me to hold her sunglasses while she rode. I hooked them on the neckline of my shirt, as I do with my reading glasses. I was almost home before I realized my mistake. With the price of diesel, it would have been cheaper to buy her a new pair. But that would not have shaded her eyes that day nor the next. Back I went.
Doesn’t take an advanced degree in psychology to figure that one out.