Repeat after me: I promise not to spend this entire blog post bitching about the god-awful weather. Okay, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s talk about riding. Unlike last week where I stayed away from the barn for an entire 10 days, this week I’ve actually ridden my horse. Tuesday and Wednesday evenings were both warm enough to venture out, and I know Miles really enjoyed the attention and exercise.
For those of us stuck up North, 20 degrees and cloudy is the new 60 degrees and sunny; so any chance I can get to hop on the ponykins, I’m taking it. Miles has been quite… expressive, thanks to the lack of consistent riding. On Tuesday he was convinced he was a giraffe and that he absolutely, under no circumstances, could relax. But can you really blame the guy? I know I can’t. So I focused on moving forward off my leg, softening a centimeter and steering. Yeah, back to basics for us!
Wednesday was a bit better, and after we warmed up I was able to get some really nice moments of self-carriage. Except for the huge buck he threw the first time we cantered. Which was actually kind of funny, since I stayed on and wasn’t terrified. We worked on transitions as much as we could, without getting into an unnecessary fight, and finished with a really nice long and long hack-winning trot. Tonight is usually my lesson night, but we’ve been cancelled due to the cold. #StoryOfMyLife