Last week took me to Colombia again for work. Many emoticon hearts for how much I love my job <3. But the traveling does make it tough to keep up with blogland. Refreshing Feedly (yes, I have now arrived as I am no longer using Emma’s blog list as my personal RSS feed) is like cracking open a newspaper in the morning and with the demands of work (le sigh) it was impossible not to fall behind. It sometimes seems like a full-time job reading everyone’s blog, but they are really like the best novel, reference book, and life manual all rolled into one. Never go away, k?
I did some fun things while in Bogota: I ate too much great food; drank the local fire water; miserably failed to dance even a passable cumbia; spoke plenty of spanish; smuggled in a wedding dress from the states for my Costa Rican coworker; watched doctors throw money around like Pablo Escobar; visited a massive church built inside a salt mine; licked the wall of a salt mine (I was curious, okay…); bought a beautiful emerald ring; ate hotdogs at 4am from a street cart with a prominent Mexican vascular surgeon; danced in hell; and did a metric ton of work (incase it wasn’t clear whether this was a vacation or not).
Oh yes, back to this guy!
Last night I rode Tyco for the first time in a week. His owner did get out there to ride him at least once while I was gone and he got a pedicure so I had high expectations that it was going to be a good ride. He was a total rockstar. We had some stellar transitions and he felt pretty light most of the time. He is unlike any of the horses I have ever ridden in that he can get super rushy but he’s not really hot per se, so I am trying my best to figure him out. We will make a brilliant transition: prompt and light and then like 5 strides later he just starts accelerating and taking tiny sewing machine steps even though I feel like I am not asking for more speed. It could be that I am leaning and he is just more sensitive to that than the horses I am used to riding. He gets so fast I feel like I can’t even half-halt, or I do, but it comes out more like a halt-halt and he doesn’t rebalance, he stops. He is teaching me that maybe I can’t just “set it and forget it”. More half-halts are the key. Identifying that moment when he is considering rushing and half-halting and then probably doing it again a couple of strides later just for good measure. And probably adding in some lateral work since it is easy for him. I had been trying not to pull on the reins when he started to rush but we get so out of sync so fast that it was hard to use my seat to get him back once I had lost him. This part is still a work in progress, but I think we’re heading in the right direction. Do any of you have a rushy horse? What exercises have worked for you?
And then there was this…because clean is still overrated.