I broke my wrist playing football in October and was down for the count for just a month as far as riding was concerned. Then I was off for my honeymoon in New Zealand, where I managed to get an awesome trail ride in. My husband and I have been together for 6 years and this is the first time we were on horses together so that's quite the achievement. It was an amazing ride - there were wild goats battling, baby cows romping, creeks and hills to ramble across.
There I am with my awesome wrist guard. A lot of the horses were standardbred (and bay, as you can see!). There were a lot of horses to spot during our drives across the country. I would be prefectly happy picking up that lifestyle permanently.
In other news, I got back to my riding lessons these past two Saturdays. My flatwork is like riding a bike - I have no problems getting back into it, and even saw improvement this past Saturday keeping the horse at a trot between two big (okay, 2'9", but big for me) jumps. I really need to get someone to video tape me because I have no idea what I'm doing in the air, it just feels very disorganized. Even though I'm better about re-organizing between jumps, I want to get that beautiful position with the release I see in every photo ever.
It was about 5 degrees in the indoor this weekend. After a half hour of trotting I had regained feeling in my fingers but completely lost feeling in my toes. There was frost on the horses muzzles, they had a lot of energy to get out, but were actually very well-behaved. I rode a different horse the weekend before who bolted on me (for only about the length of the indoor until he came up on his friends' butts). It all happened too fast to be scary. Those OTTBs can move. What an amazing feeling. I mean, bad that it happened, right? But put yourself in my position - I've never gotten to flat out gallop a horse. So just a taste of it was sort of thrilling.
I know. It's no wonder I break bones all the time. I'm missing the gene that says "Don't do this! It's dangerous! Abort!" You think I'm kidding? In New Zealand we went skydiving and I didn't have an ounce of fear. I was like, well if I die, it'll be quick!"
In other news, I got back to my riding lessons these past two Saturdays. My flatwork is like riding a bike - I have no problems getting back into it, and even saw improvement this past Saturday keeping the horse at a trot between two big (okay, 2'9", but big for me) jumps. I really need to get someone to video tape me because I have no idea what I'm doing in the air, it just feels very disorganized. Even though I'm better about re-organizing between jumps, I want to get that beautiful position with the release I see in every photo ever.
It was about 5 degrees in the indoor this weekend. After a half hour of trotting I had regained feeling in my fingers but completely lost feeling in my toes. There was frost on the horses muzzles, they had a lot of energy to get out, but were actually very well-behaved. I rode a different horse the weekend before who bolted on me (for only about the length of the indoor until he came up on his friends' butts). It all happened too fast to be scary. Those OTTBs can move. What an amazing feeling. I mean, bad that it happened, right? But put yourself in my position - I've never gotten to flat out gallop a horse. So just a taste of it was sort of thrilling.
I know. It's no wonder I break bones all the time. I'm missing the gene that says "Don't do this! It's dangerous! Abort!" You think I'm kidding? In New Zealand we went skydiving and I didn't have an ounce of fear. I was like, well if I die, it'll be quick!"
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