Karin was back for Lesson #11. I remember reading or hearing that it’s not good to have more than one riding instructor at a time. Something about styles, techniques and confusion. Or something.
I don’t care. I just try to stay on the horse long enough to see if anything makes sense. I listen as well as I am able to both Karin and Liz – and also to anyone else who has ever been on a horse and seems to know about it. Not everything I hear makes me a better rider, of course. But all of it tells me something about equestrians and their Art. Our Art.
Besides, all this variety is fun. For example, for Lesson #11, I got to ride Vinnie, Karin’s Thoroughbred. This was my first time on Vinnie and I really liked him. I barely had to cue the guy. He just kind of knew where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do as if he was already inside my brain. Somebody should be. And at 16 hands, he is certainly tall enough for me.
I must say that Vinnie is now my favorite horse at the barn.
For my lesson, Karin had me work on posting at the trot. I was in favor of this. I absolutely want to learn how to post at the trot, not to mention all the other things I’ll learn in the process of learning it.
Karin came at it from every angle she could think of. She described it, demonstrated it, described it again and had me try it over and over and over again. Like Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid:
“Again!…relax for moment…. Again!… take break for a second… Again!… this time try to breathe…”
It got to where I was saying “again” before she did.
We tried it at the walk. We tried to concentrate on the “up” part. Then on the “down” part. She said I could use my hands to push up. She counted the cadence.
It’s not updownupdownupdown. It’s more like up—down—up—down—up—down.
At one point Karin just ran out of words.
And then, out of nowhere, something happened: the whole thing got smooth. Not just for a fleeting moment, but for an entire half circle.
I’ll be damned. We were posting.
I have no clue what I did to make that happen and Vinnie couldn’t tell me. He had to be happy about it, because no doubt he was sick of getting slammed on the back by this clueless rookie. I think he knew what I was attempting and had been trying to help me the entire time.
I really like that horse.
I also learned a little more about tack and equine teeth. I’ll tell you about that next time.