Now that our schooling horse trial season is over, it’s time to go back to basics and rebuild our bodies. That includes me… I really took a turn for the worse this year (I say as I scoop queso into my mouth with delicious salty tortilla chips… #nojudgementzone). But I’m finally mentally ready to be make those physical changes I worked so hard for last year. I also want to plump up Brantley a little bit (if only I could donate my body fat) before the winter… he’s got an eventer body as of right now and I really want to go into winter with a… fluffy eventer body. Thinking alfalfa cubes at night check to start. Anyone have an input?
I pulled out my bareback pad after 7 years and decided to take it for a spin on B for the first time. I know I should be working on my 2-point (which I added 2 minutes to Friday night) but even just walking and doing some fence-line work I’m quickly building a more solid seat. We’re getting prepped for #NoStirrupNovember!
Last night was the Fall Fest for WGHA and we were surprised to hear we placed 4th in our division! We’re already excited for next year as always. We’ve still got a few left for this season though. Today was our favorite at Tyrone Farm in CT. The Annual Pomfret Hunter Pace! Rumor was rain but we were okay with because last year we were caught in the aftermath of a hurricane and since the boys were totally fine and confident galloping through the woods, so were we. And to top it off, we placed 1st in our division! So we definitely had high hopes for this one especially said rain was nowhere to be found…
Until we started taking up… My ass was soaked as soon as I mounted but away we went with a bay thoroughbred wannabe ready to rock ‘n roll! I don’t think it rained as hard as last year or for as long but I feel like we get more wet the before. We moved pretty steadily along and Brantley offered to jump some of the cross-country jumps but it was really slick and the last thing I wanted to do was put a damper on his confidence. By the end of the ride we were all pretty exhausted. I spent a lot of time up in my 2-point for obvious reasons and between that and the chill, my legs were shaking like I had just done a thousand squats…
The boys were happy to finally get to enjoy the unmowed hay field we had to park in after the ride. We had a great lunch, made a few new friends, and went home 5th out of 30. I can’t believe this is the 4th time I’ve done this ride and I have yet to get sick of it… minus today we came home with two shoes instead of four. I warned my farrier I’ll be calling him Monday… I’ll never forget my first ride and unbridling Brantley in the middle of an open field when I went over the jump and he didn’t. Just the look he gave me as he stood over me and waited for me to get up like, “It’s okay, we’ll get it next time.”
My heart hurts… I know everyone’s heart hurts. Just yesterday I was bitching about not wanting to pay $30 for a digital download of our cross-country pictures and then I wake up to… this. I’m asking the same question everyone is asking… why? I’m reading posts about who and what is to blame and know, it won’t be enough. Learning more and more people are gone from this world and most of them scrapping together cash to get tickets and beg people to cover their shifts at work so that they can have that night out with their friends. One girl… it was her 21st birthday.
I don’t have much to say or wonderful words of wisdom. I do know that greatness always come out of tragedy if you let it but it’s harder and harder to see through all the darkness that we’ve been dealt. I just hope that all of your family members and friends are safe as well as yourselves… and your ponies.
I’m still waiting on some pictures to decorate my entry of Groton House. It was pretty much an on and off mess involving arguing with stewards and crying tears of joy with jump judges I’ve never met. All in all I would say that with everything thrown at us over that 48 hour period, we did pretty well and I’m happy to have ended our season the way we did. Just another learning experience!
Now that the season is over for us, ’tis the season for hunter paces, blog hops, and monthly challenges! This month? #2Pointober !!! I headed out this afternoon to grab my baseline (due Wednesday Oct. 4th @ midnight) with Brantley but I really had just galloping on the brain. He although… did not. It took a little coaxing but we had a nice canter going so I started my timer and put my heels down. Not our best time but 1:15 will do. Probably not the best to try to get it done out on the trails but hey, I knew if I didn’t do it today… I’d forget. Typical me!
*Disclosure: I used my phone for this entry… Sorry*
So we all know about horse show hangover… but what do you guys do when it comes to the pregame. Do you work weekends like me where you cram everything into the trailer the night before and pray you don’t forget anything? Or do you have a list you check twice… maybe three times… And spend all day prepping. Or are you the one who waits until that morning with the thought, “Nothing can go wrong this time, right?”
If you are the latter… I pray for you.
I’d love to say I’m the one who has a list written out with cute little check mark boxes beside each item… but I’m not. Mental check list? Check! I think my biggest problem is that I’ve been in the mode to be ready for a friend to pick me up that I have a system first thing in the morning. Now that I can trailer myself… I always tend to forget something. Go figure! I’ll be late anyway.
What about riding habits? Do you try to cram in one last practice for that dressage test? Go gallop a cross-country course? Or head out for a leisurely trail ride to clear your mind of pre-competition jitters…
I’m definitely a galloping trail ride to rid my mind of everything kind of pre-gamer as we all know.
Apparently that wasn’t Brantley’s plan today… The itch factor screams bee sting…
Cue panic… Just kidding. This doesn’t ruffle my feathers one bit. He’s not painful or bleeding so we’ll be fine. Just going to miss out on the pre-game gallop… dammit.
Lucky for me, I only have some night feeds tonight (yes I’m still working this weekend) so going out for a hike was definitely the next best thing after a refreshing bath… for both of us.
I’ll head out to grab the trailer when we get back and then do my feedings then pick up pizza and beer for my tack cleaning ritual (that’s what pre-gaming is all about!). Then home to pack my coat bag and make sure my breeches are clean and sparkling white!
I’ve been waiting to write this because there was a rumor that someone was taking pictures in the cross-country course but alas… it’s Thursday and with all my stalking, not even a glimmer of hope. Damn it all. So Sunday was a pretty great day minus being late even though I drove myself. Apparently that’s just the way it is.
I got there in enough time to check in, tack up, and what do you know… they were running early so I walked right into my dressage test. Dear lord my horse is a saint. He nodded to the judges as I said hello and we trotted around the arena until the bell rang. We were pretty straight on our entry and I felt confident in his ability to move forward… just don’t touch his face. First trot circle was pretty good but of course he knew what was next. He fell in and out of the canter on our circle… derp. Then of course cantering was the only thing on his brain. But of course we made it through and landed in 7th… out of 8. Just have to get through stadium now B.
Changed up my tack and we strut out stuff to the warm up arena and he was on fire! Cross-rail, vertical, over, and we’re ready to rock. Or so we thought. What a dick, that’s all I can say. We were up and ready to take the first jump and the bell rang so off we went… refusal… I booted him and he popped over it without an issue and cantered with vigor to the next fence. Oxer… with a flower box that only took up the center of the fence… something we practiced and he nailed… but also the thing he hates the most. Refusal… aaannndddd refusal… and a few more refusals just to school on how to refuse because apparently that’s a new thing (refusing more than once).
The judge asked if we’d like a trainer to come in and help and I replied no… I think I’m going to call it. Luckily it was a schooling show and I had the option to move onto cross-country. Of course I said yes, why the hell not? We’ll find out how that goes.
They changed the course so that you actually exited from the other side of the arena which honestly… I think that’s one of the reasons he gave the stadium course the finger. “Mom, all the horses are going out there… I know what’s out there. Let’s skip this bullshit.” Well played horse. Well played.
You actually had to drop down a slight bank they built into the start box which unlike a majority of the horses in our division, he was all about. His ears perked up as he hopped down and looked for the next jump. Sorry B, we need a countdown. And we got it and as I collected my reins, his ears flipped forward and we were off for an amazing, crazy round of cross-country. He was locked on and soft to my hands and responsive to my seat. More so than he ever had been before. I was actually able to just downshift with a butt-squeeze. Like what?
We obviously didn’t pin but I had a feeling that we weren’t going to get through stadium… we both hate it there. Groton House on the other hand… bring it bitch.
Brantley and I have been up and running like we never missed a beat. Totally ready to rock this weekend. Last week we had a lesson with a local dressage trainer and it went really well. She really pointed some things out and drove the “inside to outside” concept. Something I pay attention all too much to is where his head and neck are and I let go of where his shoulders are so we end up cutting corners and he’ll happily drop his rib cage when he can. Well… no more of that crap! And actually since we’ve been working on that, he’s been much more softer in the bridle and more polite when I put a leg on. Now to work on our transitions a little more.
Of course transitions aren’t very important when you’re galloping about an open field looking for imaginary cross-country jumps. Something happened over the last couple weeks… it’s like I just… woke up and has this new look at life that I matter. So? Why not call up the photographer BFF to meet you out on the trails for a mini gallop session.
I think Brantley was liking it a little too much but man could he move. The perfect way to start a week and get back into a routine…
But I think my favorite picture of all…
The post office has been busy sending me stuff… you become a shopaholic when you’re going through a depression while finding something to live for apparently. So I finally bit the bullet and clicked pay with PayPal on the Eponia site… I am not mad about it either.
Boy does he look handsome! We jumped for the first time in about a month yesterday. Why I waited so long, I have no idea. I couldn’t tell if Brantley missed it or not. He galloped cantered around my crap course like it was the last course he’d ever fly through. I think I held more rein than mane to be honest and some of the things coming out of my mouth would not be okay anywhere but the cross-country course. He didn’t shy away from anything, not even my bending line of death which involved a three stride off a cross-rail through a two stride short combination… You’d have to see it.
I’m just happy to see him smiling for pictures again. I’m such a lucky girl… and a little bit crazy too.
There was something about his eye that caught me. His body said brave and bold, but his eye was filled with worry and suspicion. “It’s okay boy.” I held out my hand like I was trying to give an offering of some sort that I didn’t have, lead rope tucked behind my back. He looked interested but of course I snapped a stick as I took a step forward and he shied away.
What did he want? What could I offer him? It’s not like I could’ve sat down and said, “Hey look buddy, if you come with me, whatever happened back then will never happen again” and expect him to understand my words. It was only my actions that were going to matter. He stopped and pawed the ground as I stepped back, like something out of a movie.
“I don’t know what you’re saying. I don’t know what you want.” That undeniable thought, What the hell are you doing? You have no business or skill set to deal with this… followed by that pull I was in the right place and doing the right thing.
Who knew that after this moment, as he finally walked up to me and I clipped the lead onto his halter… This was the first day of the rest of my life.
This is my third round trying to write this entry. I really have no way to start or idea about what to write about because we haven’t really been doing much. I gave Brantley a week off after the hunter pace which may have not been the best idea but, we both needed it.
We placed third and it was an amazing ride. We clocked in at 27mph at one point and he totally had more to give. We’ve got a dressage lesson scheduled for Tuesday and then hopefully another one of those and a couple of jump lessons before our next trial. Azrael Acres again for another foreplay and then the Groton House Fall Classic for this years finale.
I know there are a few more going into the fall after the Classic but honestly, B has been totally busting his but for me this year and he’s been more than anything I could’ve dreamed of and he deserves a break. Rest of the year will but hunter paces and trail rides and maybe some trick training over the winter (which is something I say I’ll do every year).
I’m ready for some blog hops so that I have more material to write about other. I’m having a bit of writer’s block… I’m actually starting to think of starting a little fictional blog series that pops up on here to keep it a little interesting. If only I could draw to go with it. I’ll have to settle with Clip-Art.