Last night’s riding lesson proved to be a frigid affair. I am not sure I can blame everything on the temperature alone but dag gonnit I can sure try. Coming off a magical pre-thanksgiving lesson where Spratty and I connected in ways I never knew possible, this week left much to be desired. I couldn’t relax my legs long and kept nagging with my calves at the trot; I barely got a passable lengthen over some poles; my leg yields were dead and unbalanced; and my canters were crooked and rushy. Meanwhile, I sat there like frozen sack of potatoes expertly proving the theory that rider warm-up is just as crucial as warming up the horse. Lesson learned. Of course Sprat was tolerant of my idiocy and calmly tried to give me the ride I was searching for–except that one part where he channelled his inner 4-year-old and decided to be scared of a cone. Ah well, there’s always next week. Keep your fingers crossed that temps will be a bit kinder to me.
On a positive note, my trainer has been working with Brego (younger friesian x saddlebred gelding I mentioned in a previous post) and he has been doing really well! She said she’d like to put me back on him soon. HUGE yay.