training board

Nothing Doing

There is a great deal going on in my life, but very little of it is horse-related. (Unless you count the Morgan horse stuff I am doing for work – which is great, but it is not MY horse!)

I rode on Friday last, and don’t anticipate riding again before Wednesday next. Which is a huge bummer.

HOWEVER, the ride on Friday was inspiring and difficult. It showed me the whole wide vista of challenges we have ahead of us now that he has jumped up a level.

I’ve always thought of riding as being a series of plateaus. You climb, and you climb, and then you even out, and when you get frustrated from that evening out sometimes you fall back down for a bit. But when you climb back up you’re higher than you were before – and then you’re stuck in a flat area again.

Well, we are on a very steep climb right now after quite a long plateau! It will take some getting used to.

Whenever it is I see my horse next, that is. Putting him in training while I am working 24/7 was one of my best decisions of 2014.

July, here we come!

abscess · farrier

Foot Update

Tristan saw the farrier yesterday. Originally, our plan was for him to lose the front shoes back in April: from the front, it looks like the abscess hole was all the way grown out, and he’s always been a barefoot horse before. I wasn’t there for that farrier appointment, but the farrier put front shoes back on. I was confused but didn’t have time and energy to follow up.

I asked the barn manager to check in with the farrier specifically yesterday and ask what was up, and chatted with her this morning.

The upshot: believe it or not, he’s still growing out the abscess hole/hoof damage. Remember, this is the abscess that blew on August 16, 2012. Yes, that’s right: this abscess hole has been growing out for 22 months now!

It’s barely detectable, but it is still there, and there’s bruising in the toe area leftover from the destabilized hoof. He was missing massive quantities of hoof wall for so long it’s just taking a while to grow a completely healthy hoof, top to bottom. Because the abscess blew at the coronet band, there’s still a lump in the hoof starting from that scarred area.

So he’s still in front shoes. He probably will be in front shoes until the end of the summer at least. Farrier thinks he’ll need some serious time to adjust to going barefoot in the front again, so I have to think about what would make sense as a timeframe for that, and what combination of toughening work & time off would help him out.

(I swear, I thought I was done with the abscess tag…)

blog hop

RTR Blog Hop: Superstitions

So, the blog hop asks: What superstitions do you have when it comes to your horses, riding, and/or showing? Do you have any good luck items/charms?

I am actually not an overly superstitious person! I don’t really have any good luck charms. I don’t have any particular things I have to do before a show.

That’s not to say I am not fussy in other ways: I tend to read too much into small things on a day when I’m really nervous, especially at a show. (Whether I can find things quickly and/or in a way that “makes sense” to me, what number I get – not that I have a lucky number, but more if the numbers “fit.”) I have a few OCD tendencies in that there are routines I do to feel comfortable, like the ways I tap my saddle after I’ve put it on. (It’s kind of tough to explain!)

The only really superstitious thing I do, in that I feel like I’m reaching toward a higher power rather than my own individual neuroses, is directly related to Tristan but doesn’t come into play around him.

I wear a St. Michael’s medallion around my neck. It’s a small silver-colored piece about the size and weight of a nickel. I got it on a trip to Normandy while I was studying abroad.

Mont St. Michel
I actually got it at a small parish church on Mont St. Michel, which is an island/monastery off the northern coast of France. My college advisor, a very close friend, got married in the parish church and gave me the contact information for the priest to look up and say hi to. We had a lovely chat and I got a behind the scenes tour of the church. (Not the big famous monastery, but a much smaller and more intimate chapel in another part of the town.)
Before I left, I dropped a few euros in the collection box and lit a candle, which I do compulsively when in Catholic churches, though it is at this point that I suppose I should say that I am not actually in any way Catholic, or even really religious. (I lived in a nunnery and regularly attended mass while living in France but it was more cultural than spiritual.) Next to the candles, they had a dish of these St. Michael’s medallions, with St. Michael slaying the dragon on one side and a profile of the island on the other side.
This isn’t mine, but it looks very much like mine – the saint’s side anyway.
When I got back to the city I was living in from my Normandy trip, I bought an inexpensive chain, and have worn the medallion around my neck ever since. It’s small and simple and I find it comforting. I’ve always played with it and fiddled with it on and off since. I’ve worn it for about ten years now.
I’d worn necklaces before, and had always had the habit of making a wish when the clasp rotates down to the front of the necklace and bumps up against the charm. I think someone told me about it in elementary school.
After I got Tristan, which was about a year and a half after getting the medallion, I found one day that the clasp had rotated down. I was about to turn it back and make a wish when I realized that the wish I’d so often made when I was a little kid – to have a horse – had come true!
So ever since then, every single time, when I rotate the clasp back around, I pause for a second or two in whatever I’m doing and I think about Tristan. I send a quick silent prayer for his health and happiness, I thank the universe for bringing him to me, and if my day is particularly hectic I close my eyes and think about a long fast gallop, or burying my face in his shoulder, or the sweet smell of his nose.
I’ve only deviated from this a bare handful of times in the last eight years, maybe three or four times, and each has been for another horse: a friend’s horse in danger, or another friend’s horse who died suddenly and heartbreakingly. Always horses I know personally.
Most of the time, it’s my charm for Tristan, and it helps me feel like he’s with me even when my life is hectic and I can’t see him as often as I’d like.

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canter · dressage · training board

YAHOO

The past few days have been neverending cavalcades of Not Good, and life promises to do nothing but ramp up until my work thing, but yesterday!

Yesterday, I rode my horse. For 20 whole glorious minutes. For the first time in 8 days. It was the first time I’d done anything like schooling in closer to 15 days. I fought tooth and nail to carve the time out of the schedule. I got on not expecting anything, just wanting to have the feel of a horse underneath me again.

I asked for softness in the walk. He gave it to me. I asked for more from the hind end. He gave it to me. I asked him to stay soft and round through the transition into the trot. He gave it to me.

I asked for a canter, and I asked him to come through the outside rein, in exactly the same way I have asked futilely for years (and years and years), expecting the flung shoulders, the block-of-wood neck, the hard mouth.

He softened and rounded.

I do not exaggerate in the slightest when I say the following. It is a statement of pure fact.

I have never, ever, not once, not for one single split second, felt my horse, Tristan, soften and round in the canter. Not truly. He may have given up on bulling through for a second or two, but never, ever, EVER has he put his head down and softened to the bit.

SO NOT MY HORSE.
Oh hey that’s more familiar.

I almost dropped the reins. I yelled “HOLY SHIT” at the top of my lungs to the empty arena. I felt disoriented, like the ground had dropped out beneath me in front – what was I supposed to do without his ears up my nose?

I laughed. I cried. I remembered all of a sudden how to ride a collected canter and put my leg on, and straightened him out, and then brought him down to a trot and praised him to the skies.

I may not ride again for another week, but if this is the change only four training rides has wrought, I can’t freaking wait.

horse racing · secretariat

Like a Tremendous Machine

I am a Triple Crown atheist.

Real Quiet strained and affirmed my belief: so close. If he could get so close, surely someone could bridge that gap.

War Emblem completely shattered that belief. I still remember exactly where I was and how I felt when he stumbled out of the gate. Spring and summer of 2002, my first year of college, watching the Derby and the Preakness on the big screen, then home for the Belmont, in my parents’ living room, kneeling in front of the television, hoping, then heartbroken.

So I will watch the Belmont tonight, and I will have a faint, desperate hope, but in my heart of hearts, I don’t believe. I wish I did.

I’m choosing today to remember instead the greatest racehorse who ever lived, in his greatest race.

From William Nack’s Secretariat:

He is galloping to the beat of twelve. Aglide, he turns for home in full flight. He opens twenty-one lengths. He increases that to twenty-two. He is running easily. Nor is the form deteriorating. There remains the pendulumlike stride of the forelegs and the drive of the hindlegs, the pumping of the shoulders and neck, the rise and dip of the head. He makes sense of all the mystical pageant rites of blood through which he has evolved as distillate, a climactic act in a triumph of the breed, one horse combining all the noblest qualities of his speed and his ancestry – of the unbeaten Nearco through Nasrullah and Bold Ruler, of the iron horse Discovery through Outdone and Miss Disco, of the dashing St. Simon through Prince Rose and Princequillo and of the staying Brown Bud through Imperatrice by way of Somethingroyal. He defines the blooded horse in his own terms.

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Life Rolls On

I have ever so many blog updates planned and written in my head, you guys. Things are happening, albeit slowly and sporadically!

Short version:

– training rides continue to be awesome

– hacked Tristan out on Sunday with some trot sets included and he was tired and awesome

– Arya (puppy) had her first extended visit to the barn on Monday, about 2.5 hours, and she was a rock star who slept like the dead after coming home. Win-win!

– I am starting to believe there’s a life after Expo (my work event). Said life includes GMHA member days, volunteering at other events, and a polo clinic (!).

Now, if I can just make it to the end of June…

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Social Niceties

I got engaged last week. Yay! Not a huge surprise (have been with the boyfriend 5+ years now) but still a happy thing. I was chatting with a friend over the weekend about wedding registries and confessed that I have no clue what to register for. I have every kitchen gadget known to man already. I’m not terribly excited at the idea of matching guest towels. So now I am wondering: registering for horse stuff, kosher or not? Can I surreptitiously slip my Smartpak wishlist in with the invitations? (okay, fine, I wouldn’t really do that, but it does seem like a waste of a gift-giving opportunity if I don’t ask for something horsey…)

bits · blog hop

Blog Hop: Bit it Up

An excellent and timely blog hop from L. Williams at Viva Carlos!

I wrote once before about the bits I’ve used for Tristan in the past, and why: Bits I Have Loved.

This past Thursday, Tristan’s new bit arrived. It’s this Stuebben Loose Ring Snaffle, with the copper bean in the middle. I bought it based primarily on the reviews and the measurement. Tristan needed something thinner in his mouth than the JP Korsteel Loose Ring Snaffle that he’d been in for a while.

The difference of 4mm (18mm for the JP, 14mm for the Stuebben) doesn’t sound like much, but it’s actually pretty significant!

JP above, Stuebben below.
Things I am very happy with: The thinner bit definitely makes a difference. The copper bean definitely makes a difference. In all, an upgrade. The jaw crossing and tongue sticking out were greatly diminished, and he was happy to mouth the copper bean – he was dripping foam more than he ever has!
Things I am less happy with: I bought the 5″ despite the nagging feeling in the back of my head that he needed the 5 1/4″, because what 15 hand horse needs a 5 1/4″ bit? My idiot horse, that’s who.
Now, it’s not criminally small, but it is right at the edge of acceptable. He did not object dramatically to it. But, especially with the loose rings, it’s a bit too close to the corners of his mouth for my comfort.
The good news is I can either return it to Smartpak OR sell it to someone else in the barn, who has a dainty Lusitano mare that has been going in a 6″ (!!!) bit. M. is going to try the bit on the mare this coming week and if it fits her I will sell it to them and order the 5 1/4″ for Tristan. Problem solved!

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