Wednesday was lesson day, typically my favorite day of the week. However, Wednesday was windy. Not a slight breeze or a gentle blowing. There were gusts. Very, very strong gusts. If I hadn’t had a lesson scheduled I wouldn’t have ridden. In fact, I very nearly canceled my lesson at least half a dozen times leading up to it.
I had a knot in my stomach as I tacked up. I kept asking Eeyore to please be good. I had images of bolting, bucking and general nonsense due to the high gusts and cooler temperatures.
Instead of craziness I got a perfectly well behaved Eeyore. We warmed up briefly at large in the arena and then got down to work on the 20 m circle. Trainer is killing me with sitting trot work at the moment. It’s getting a lot better but I still have difficulty controlling all my body parts to make sure I sit properly while still ensuring Eeyore is round and bending. It’s a big work in progress.
|Not wild and not crazy|
After that we went out to the big field to do trot sets up the hill. Now through this Eeyore wasn’t perfect. He decided after the second trip through the jump course to buck between the third and fourth fence and he tried it again out in the field. I’m working really really hard at changing my reaction from curling into the fetal position to leg on make him work.
When we were done I realized that I had had no reason to be so darn scared all day. Eeyore was a good boy and even when he wasn’t I’ve learned how to ride him through it. I even asked to ride Hamilton because I had felt something funny the last ride and wanted to know what I was doing wrong (spoiler: nothing, he is mysteriously lame).
Truly I had no reason to be so worked up. Sure, as I was inside making a sandwich I had my door nearly ripped off the hinges by the wind. Sure things were being blown all over. But one thing about Eeyore, love him or hate him, is that he is ALWAYS EEYORE. Everywhere. Any time. All the time. At home. At an away lesson. At a show. Out on trail. Out xc schooling. He is always the same horse. Which...is good and bad you know? I mean, I know what I am getting no matter the situation. But that something is....well...Eeyore. LOL!!
So why the fear knotting my stomach all day long? Why the sweaty palms as I tightened his girth? Why the hesitation to swing a leg over my giant golden retriever of a horse?
I wish I knew.