I have this problem: I keep making careful plans, and then I get in the car to drive to the barn, and it’s beautiful. Then I make the last turn, and I look down across the fields and the mountains and the light is just so and I pull up to the barn and I just physically can’t stand the idea of riding inside.
So we go outside, and we play in the fields, and I regret nothing. So maybe it’s not really a problem…
Yesterday: got up 3 hours early, worked 2 hours at the food coop for the member/worker program, did 9 hours at the day job, got home, did 2 loads of laundry, took the pup to the dog park, then settled her in with dinner and headed back out to the barn.
On a whim, I put Tristan in his jump saddle, because doing the everyday tack blog hop made me remember how much I love it. It’s just such a classy saddle.
So how was I supposed to resist that?
I asked for an easy trot, bridged the reins, and he practically stumbled over the first crossrail. He shook it off, and I didn’t want to end on that note, so we circled back around to the other crossrail. I asked for trot a little further out to get a good establishing forward rhythm – which was totally ruined when he realized we were jumping again and went WHOOOOOOOOO.
Or, as much as Tristan goes like that anymore. Basically he got strong in the bridle, a little more upright, and tried a few canter steps. It was a lovely jump, though, and I felt secure in my seat if a little overly defensive. So then of course we had to do them in succession, two on the diagonal.
Jump 3 was suuuuuuper strong and long, and I got way left behind and had much too strong a hold of his mouth, which he let me know in no uncertain terms was unappreciated. He landed nose down and crow-hopping, I yanked his head up and said oh hell no, and put him back together.
Jump 4 was perfect. Strong and smooth and nailed a lovely bouncy canter on the correct lead off the landing.
I called it a day on that, and we walked around the ring for a few more minutes, and he did not want to be done. He locked on to every jump we went buy and when I dropped the reins took me to the base of an oxer. I think he wants to jump again!