|Ditto the coffee...|
Why so tired you ask? Well, my coach asked the infamous question last night, "So, what do you want to work on?" and like an idiot I responded, "Up to you". Cue a mischievous gleam in her eye. This didn't bode well. Neither did the quick warm up and the infamous casual words "Come on over here for a minute."
DANGER WILL ROBINSON! I know this trick, she's trying to get me in arm's reach. Nothing good ever came from getting within arm's reach of a mischievous looking riding coach. (Seriously, its a good thing y'all don't play poker.)
|Did she say come here?|
Me: walk horse to 10 feet away
Coach: No no, come here
Me: walk horse to 8 feet away
Coach: No, really, come here
Me: Do I look that stupid?
After a few token protests (I'm old, its expected) the stirrups are crossed and out of reach of my desperate little toes.
|Time to die|
Turn by throwing one's ass to the inside, scramble quickly as one's right ass cheek ends up alone in the air with no saddle or horse underneath it. BOING
Stop, unclamp legs and ass to prevent bouncing. Rinse repeat.
Ok, This isn't going so badly, which (of course) means we are going to canter. Cue the peremptory "I know I'm going to hate you in a minute" and off we work on a few canter transitions
Somehow this engages my inner 'fuck it' at which point I volunteer to jump the cavaletti ... without stirrups ... repeatedly (WTF?)
Which turns into jumping a low bounce combination ... still without stirrups ...
I mean, not so bad for a dinosaur who hasn't ridden without stirrups in around 10 years and hasn't (purposely) jumped without stirrups in 20. Its going to be a looooong winter, I may need to start drinking before lessons.
|Consciousness, balance, the ability to tame one's wandering bastard of a lower leg ...|