A cold night at the barn

You know it's cold when your horse steals your gloves.

The thermometer on my dash read 10 degrees when I pulled into the parking lot at the barn.   I was bundled up, but could still feel the wind and cold as I scurried to the door.  Inside, it was much warmer – the doors were all closed, and the horses are inside.

Mads and I had a better, but uneventful, ride tonight.  I have a lesson tomorrow, and focused mainly on my leg postion tonight.   My work is paying off – I can feel the improvement in my position, and it’s getting more comfortable.  We trotted around a lot, mixing in practice in two-point with some real work.

Mads was wearing her quarter sheet, which I think I’ll leave off tomorrow.  She was feeling a little dead to my leg – not sure if it was lack of spurs or the fact that the rug has her feeling a little to comfy.  (I do carry a whip, which is markedly less effective with the rug on.  I rarely use it, however.)  I am going to need to re-tune her responsiveness to my leg aids, though.

It felt much cooler after our ride.  I dove back into my coat, and hurried to untack Mads and get her blanket back on her (but not before rubbing it all over with a dryer sheet.  The static electricity is driving us all nuts!).
Mads was still a little chilly, though, and borrowed my gloves.  Silly mare.