Taking On Challenges

Last week, a kind person offered to let me try her firebreathing, American Saddlebred show horse. I said no.

I hate myself.

The gentleman in question was a gorgeous, powerful chestnut who had done well this season, including placing at their big, end-of-the-year, National show. It was an honor to be asked. I wish I were the sort of fearless soul who would get on any horse and try anything. I know I’m not. If I were to force myself, nervousness would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. That sort of gold-plated courage comes naturally or not at all.

It’s not a matter of getting old. I wasn’t particularly bulletproof in my earlier riding days. I had my moments. I did show my friend’s crazy jumper mare. However, it took me seven years to work myself up to it.

My bravery is also horse-dependent. I’d show Previous Horse in Jumpers, but I wouldn’t take Mathilda over a cross-rail. It’s not clear where Rodney falls in the spectrum. In the beginning, I would shrug off his misguided moments. I wrote this in September of 2010 [BTE: Cast]:

Top Ten Reasons You Know You Found the Right Horse
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& the number one reason YKYFtRH:
1 When he pitches a widget that would incite panic from a different horse, you laugh and tell him to get over himself.

The laughter died off as the antics increased in decibels. On good days, I can face him down with impunity; other days, his size gives him an edge. (In my defense, if Previous Horse had ever thrown a fit on a similar level, it would have been time to get away from him NOW. Rodney is harmless, but habits die hard.)

For teaching me to equate self-worth with fearlessness. I blame the Event world. That was where I had my first exposure to recognized competition. To old-school Eventers, if you weren’t bold, you were scum – or a dressage rider.

I give myself points for trying saddleseat at all, but – surprise, surprise – we bring our issues with us.

Are you the kind of rider (skier, knitter) you want to be?
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Ringcraft

In my saddle-seat lessons, we have been working on show ring strategy. This is not a skill about which I have had to obsess in the past:

In Eventing, the flat work (the dressage test) is a necessary evil to be survived before being allowed out on cross-country.

In Hunters, the flat class is an afterthought, usually won by the horse who won the jumping classes.

In Equation, there is a flat phase, but jumping wins the big money.

In Jumpers, there is no flat class.

In Dressage, the ride can be planned out to the footfall. You know the pattern. You know the size and shape of the arena. There are no other horses to dodge. There are no judges commands to obey.cov Lampe

As an example of the saddle-seat attention to detail, “When making a victory pass riders will ride the incorrect diagonal on purpose so that they do not look so tall on the horse.” (Riding for Success by Gayle Lampe [Saddle&Bridle 1996] p128.) In other words, victory photos are taken when the horse’s outside leg is up. Therefore, a crossposting rider will be sitting down when the photo is taken, producing a more pleasing picture. How do they remember all of this in addition to basic riding and steering?

Many other disciplines have group performance classes, e.g. Western Pleasure, Arabian Costume. Any advice for a rider who has heretofore been phoning it in?
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When I was growing up, we had a cat who would sit like this on the sash of an open window – 7 floors up!

Remembering Etta

A year ago today, the world lost a wonderful person and I lost a dear friend.

Etta was fierce in her defense of her students, be they riding or academic. There were times that she got her students through dressage tests and around courses on willpower alone. She never let anyone, particularly the students themselves, say they couldn’t achieve whatever they desired. She loathed the Twilight saga because of the message it sent to her female high school students. Trick question: where did Bella go to college?

Etta believed in people, perhaps more than she believed in herself. As was ever thus for good-hearted folks who put others before themselves.

Etta was just about the only woman Mathilda ever liked.

Having said that, Etta could also be as cutting and snarky as one might desire in a friend. We met as spectators on a cross-country course and bonded over unkind comments concerning a mutually disliked competitor. Her favorite Buffy character was the sublimely evil & witty Spike. Her favorite line in the Highlander series was when Methos admits that he was one of the original horsemen of the apocalypse and then snarls “… and I was good at it.”

Although we will never forget, let us celebrate instead of mourn. To honor friends we have lost, please take a moment to consider the wonderful gift that is each person you know.
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No, I don’t need another cat. Really Etta, do not bring her over. I know I said I like calicoes. Yes, a calico kitten is beyond adorable. But …. Sigh. She was named Amanda, because There Can Be Only One choice for her name.

Literary Midwives

(The November end-of-the-month* post on writing & blogging.)

I would like to end National Gratitude Month with a shout out to the members of my writing group. They have been with the blog from the beginning. Obviously, they were better able to help editing the monthly posts [Back to Eventing, BtRiding]. Although I had to send the daily posts into the wide world without supervision, they still gave help with formatting suggestions, post ideas, and a K in the P when I got all mopey about the work. In addition to reading my blog posts, I asked these long-suffering souls to read my commercial essays.

From this experience I learned two things:

Criticism can feel great. The thing about writing for pay is that, at a minimum, the submitted copy needs to be good enough to please the editor. Ideally, the text is so breathtaking that these editors line up at the door to shower MORE assignments at you. So, I had an extremely vested interested in making 500 words sparkle to the best of their ability. When one of the group said ‘This title sucks’ (I think she expressed it more nicely but that was the gist), I thought, ‘She’s right & I know how to fix it. Terrific.’

Compromise is not evil. The members of my writing group are intelligent but horse ignorant. I thought I would have to balance explaining horse terms with boring the intended horse magazine audience. Not so. First, I was usually able to eliminate the jargon by adding or changing only a few words. Second & even more surprising, the changes made the text better for the horse audience as well. Wasn’t expecting that.

Thank you, Ladies. You know who you are.

Who do you need to thank?

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*This month ends early. The real eom is a Foto Friday & I have plans for the 29th.
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