For Lesson #105, Karin put me on The Horse Who is Not Dromie, a.k.a. Krystal.
I’ve learned to look at the bottom of their legs instead of their faces and this has helped immeasurably in the identification process. I don’t like bringing the wrong horse back to the barn.
The weather was like this:
So no pleasant Instruction in Open Terrain on a beautiful autumn morning. This was going to be a working lesson. And for this, I was partially fully prepared. I brought a pair of chaps because I haven’t got around to purchasing breeches that fit my current shape – if they actually make them like that.
Either these chaps are waaaay to small or there is a gap in my knowledge regarding how to apply them. I’m wondering if I grabbed the wrong ones.
But I did bring my boots. After a summer of riding in tennis shoes, I felt very equestrian-like in them. Having good, solid foot protection is a confidence booster in all walks of life.
Although, after a season of neglect, I needed a tool to help secure them to my feet.
Karin did indeed make us work. From her command post on top of Charley, she instructed Gerry and me to proceed around the arena at the trot (mounted) at least five times – sitting on the short side, posting on the long.
I lost track of the count between the first and second time around, but I think Krystal and I may have completed something in the two to three range.
We weaved in and out of the pylons several times working on our precision. We also practiced backing.
Then, it was canter time. Karin demonstrated, mainly because she is psychologically incapable of sitting still on a horse for too long. Especially when she’s on Charley…
By the way, this Friday, November 7th, Karin and Charley will have been together for 10 years. Karin has been a serious horseperson for over 40 years, but Charley was actually the first horse she ever owned. I like to refer to their connection as the Seed That Eventually Became Legacy Stables.
Gerry and Habakuk cantered first. They did well, as they usually do. While Krystal and I watched the pair go around the ring, I thought, “Well, at least we have to try.”
If subsequent events are any indication, Krystal was thinking the same thing.
Because, when our turn came, I didn’t have to do much at all, except utter the word and she went right into it. It caught me by surprise, actually.
Karin must have noticed that because she told me to hold on to something.
It was lots of fun. However, I confessed to Karin that I felt like I was going to fall off.
“Well … your balance was good…”
It was one of those sentences that have a “but” built right into it…
“But, you need to loose up your hips and move with the horse.”
Ah, that should be the First Rule of Good Equestrianism: Move with the horse.
“You need to loosen up everything. You should ride with supple joints.”
Supple joints. For some reason, I like the sound of that.