We had a very trying ride today.
He had yesterday off and apparently spent the time formulating a list of things that Might Be Frightening. These things include, but are not limited to:
- the intermittent sound of rain on the arena roof
- random bird activity
- the shadows in the Corner Of Doom (obvs.)
- invisible creatures lurking at K
- the sound of a shovel scraping the floor in the barn
To give credit where it’s due, we managed to traverse these perils with very few theatrics. There was that one heart-stopping moment when the Invisible K Creatures stuck their invisible heads out of their invisible lairs, but I credit our mad skillz with the connection and the in-front-of-my-leg-ness with thwarting catastrophe.
Amazing, that whole Being Connected thing.
G really has something there. It doesn’t just makes us look pretty, it also saves lives.
Instead of a fire-breathing “jesusbloodychristyouasshole”, it was more a chuckling “ohyousillysausagegetonwithyou.”
So, despite the repeated awesomeness of our general groove, and some very good (for us) circles and flexion to the left (which has been mostly horrendous this past while as he’s due for his chiro), the frequent ‘jump-scares’ dulled the shine a bit.
I didn’t ride for long — only about a half hour and only walk/trot, see: need for chiro (which is happening tomorrow -Friday, along with his vaccines), not to mention the state of my nerves by that time, so I decided it most prudent to end on a winning note.
Someone had left a cross-rail set up and I was sorely tempted to pop over it a few times. But, I took the higher road and dismantled it before I even tacked up, so as to avoid the temptation altogether. The object of my having chosen to start all over again, after all, is to keep us both happy and healthy in mind, body and spirit. Jumping with wonky bits just isn’t worth it.
I’ll do the same tomorrow, before our appointment, more just to keep him moving then he’ll have Saturday off and then it’s our lesson on Sunday.
The weather, however, may put a damper on that as there’s potential for an ice-storm.
There are no words to describe how I feel about that.