|why did you decide to start riding horses?|
My trainer was already on her pretty boy frosty, and the BM was on her massive steed whose name always eludes me (Mira...something), were already going about our relatively empty ring. Of course as soon as we start to warm up, the gale winds return. no bueno.
Magic decided my husband chilling in the back of our SUV with the baby was terrifying and proceeded to give me a 20 min workout of hard convincing that I am scarier then the side of our arena. It should not take that long, but I still pitch forward and then waste lots of energy trying to stay on while he ducks and prances like a rabid giraffe. we finally were going decently both directions at a walk and trot, but at that point my trainer was resorting to hand gestures to let me know what she wanted so we opted to go into the indoor to canter and finish the lesson.
Once again we had some arguments about the open side of the arena, not nearly as bad as outside, when I keep my knees open and butt down he definitely feels the difference and listens better. No jumping, which was fine by me, I was tired and a little defeated, even though I know I did well at sticking with it. As my trainer points out, Magic likes a dominant rider, which I, of late, am not. I was pooped, I am all the more impressed by those who ride daily, because I am so not there yet.
Cleaned the boy and my tack while chatting with my trainer. No real media, the baby is getting a little too active for the hubby to be daddy and photographer, gonna have to work something out.
One more ride this week , then off to my bff's wedding shower, yay!
|All snuggled in with lunch (right) and his buddy Henry (left)|