Some days you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed, nothing goes wrong, but nothing really goes right either. That’s how my day on Monday was and unfortunately my weird, awkward mood followed me to the barn. As an adult amateur, sometimes stress at work or family problems bleed into my barn time (and even worse) my riding time. I do my best to let my emotions go and focus on the moment: each clip-clop of my horse’s hooves in the dirt and each breath I take in a downward transition. But I’m not always successful at this endeavor. On Monday, I was just in a funk… I had lost my riding mojo.
I’ve got horse show fever. After visiting Hillary at Roberts Arena this weekend and my Instagram being flooded with pictures from WEF, all I really want to do is step into an arena and horse show. Of course, I’m not quite ready to show 2’6″ again yet, but I’m working towards that goal ever ride, every lesson. Also, I may have purchased a Show Vibes sweater to ease the pain (#sorrynotsorry). Naturally, I’ve started a countdown to our first show of the season in late May: 108 days to go ya’ll.
Did you ever seen the movie How Stella Got Her Groove Back with Angela Bassett and Whoopi Goldberg? It’s honestly not that good, but it’s all about striking the right balance in your life and the pursuit of happiness. While these are things I think each of us struggles with and strives for everyday, in my equestrian life this has recently been a big theme. And (luckily for my marriage) instead of meeting a hot guy during a beach vacation, I got my groove back from a really good jumping lesson this week.
My catch ride, the littlest bay OTTB mare Moiya, continues to be my saving grace through the continuing trials with Miles. Typically I ride her 2-3 times a week, including one lesson over fences. We’ve been practicing a lot of the items on my goals list, like posting without stirrups, leg yields and a faster canter pace. She’s teaching me so much about being soft, yet firm throughout my entire body. My last lesson really showcased where we’re at together, I think.
Last summer, about 10 days before a horse show, I took a nasty fall off Miles. He slammed on the brakes right before a white coop and I went over the jump without him; neither Trainer nor I saw it coming. My hip hurt so badly I went to the ER to get it x-rayed, convinced I’d broken something. Luckily I didn’t, but it wasn’t a quick recovery for me and ever since I’ve been terrified of the coop. Of course at the horse show immediately following this incident, there was a brown coop in the ring that Miles jumped several times with no problem.