Friday- Got to the barn around 3pm, it was super warm, as in almost 90F, and I had completely forgotten the clinic was already happening. I went and sat for a bit with my trainer and the BO who were being caddy voyeurs from above. Watching a western clinic made me miss my comfy western saddle.
Cantering. Argh. First he would try to unsettle me with grab bit and run speed, now its a push push push to get enough speed for him to be properly collected and forward. He now has a habit of breaking gait when I try to gather back the rein he's inched through my fingers (ya ya I know). We did lots of rider-initiated upward and downward transitions until he was finally listening. I am slowly getting more assertive with him. He was a sweaty mess, which my trainer loved seeing when I was done.