Change of plan.
April 11, 2012 Leave a comment
Both Derby and I overdid things early this week, and I ended up cancelling my lesson last night. My entire body was sore from an ambitious workout, and Derby was sporting a fresh cut on his leg and a sore back, both most likely the result of playing too hard.
Tonight we reported for duty, and we were both feeling better, though as we warmed up, I could tell that my leg muscles were still going to pose a challenge. My legs felt really tired and the muscles were burning just a few minutes into the lesson. After a few more minutes, I told Christy that I needed to get off the circle we were working on, because I just didn’t feel able to sustain the bend and all the corrections and adjustments necessary.
Nothing was going particularly well, and then things actually got a little worse when Derby spooked at some activity in the aisle. It was completely rideable, making for some funny video stills. And I got a much better trot out of the deal.
It was also an opportunity for me to “sit up and ride” as I used to when Maddie lost her marbles. And, as these situations are, it was a reminder that riding more purposefully and assertively yields results.
He was still a bit distracted, but responded nicely when I got busy with my inside leg, yielding out on a circle and giving me the nice quality trot I was after (and must re-establish as our norm.)
Until he pulled that crap again.
When he spooked again, I stuck my spur into his side and kept him cantering. He actually picked up the wrong lead, so we went around and around and (*kick*) around counter-cantering. I was just hell bent on keeping him going, because, as Christy says, if you have the energy to spook, you have the energy to work. On a positive note, I supposed, Christy said the counter-canter was nicely balanced and he held it for a while. At this point, second level is light years away so I’m not too worried about this at the moment. We transitioned into a trot, and I kept him going some more.
At this juncture, we finally got some nice work. Derby was really on my aids, and was electric and forward. He felt fantastic. And despite the nonsense, I felt good and in control pretty much the whole time. He came right back to me after each bout of the stupids, which is the outcome I prefer.
However, at this point, I was about to slither from the horse. I was worn out – my leg muscles were completely shot. Not sure how I’ll feel tomorrow – I’m taking some Advil and hitting the sack!