After weeks on the fine Quarter horse ladies, Windy and Maree, Karin revs it up by putting Paul and me on Vinnie and Charley. A Thoroughbred and Morgan respectively. Lesson #50 was going to be a work out.
We did the circle stuff, trotting & attempted posting and a little cantering. Karin even let Paul canter on Vinnie off the longe line. Paul looked like he’s been doing it all his life.
It was a classic lesson with the instructor standing on the inside of the circles Charley and I were trying to make. Karin spoke as we rode, saying almost philosophical things such as “your balance needs to be in your seat not the stirrups,” “don’t stand up in the stirrups” and “the reins are not a steering wheel.” Meanwhile, I was just trying to not fall off.
For me, all this bouncing around in the saddle brought back memories of my Pre-Jodhpur Days, those heavy work sessions when my legs got all beat to hell.
Karin noticed: “Aren’t you sorry you’re not wearing your breeches?”
“You mean my jods?” I like calling them jods. Or riding trousers. I don’t wear breeches.
The jods did help with the sores, I have to admit. But I can’t fit into mine right now.
“That was twenty pounds ago, Karin.” I shuddered as I recalled the trauma of wearing them outside the house for first time.
“I can help you lose weight, Bob. We can post like this every lesson.”
Ah, motivation through pain. Or I could just buy bigger jods. Sometimes you have to outflank your instructor.
Karin concluded the work part of the session by bringing up a brand new rule: “You’re not a real rider until you fall off, Bob.”
Now that was not in the brochure.
“Define ‘falling off’, Karin. Does it count if I make myself fall off?”
“Yes, that would be fine,” she replied. Then she let us go on a little trail ride. I think she was just trying to get rid of us at that point.
It was a good ride.