So this actually happened last month, but there is so much I have been planning on writing which ended up falling to the wayside in the last few weeks.
That will be its own blog post, but for now, let’s play catch up.
Horse events and clinics have only just started trickling back into existence since the whole COVID situation came on.
Luckily for me, where I keep B was the location of this particular clinic which meant minimal effort was required for me to partake. I didn’t need to worry about floating or B being uncomfortable or antsy at the new property etc.
What a win.
Deon has been travelling down to our bit of NSW for a while now to run these dressage clinics and I had always been meaning to attend but… you know… life was happening or B wasn’t really up for an off property rendezvous so I had put it off. However, a lot of friends were riding with him and loving it so I thought now was the time.
Sign me up.
Deon is a bit of a wizard, in the sense that he has ridden to the top level in both eventing and dressage, which makes him not just a really handy dressage coach, but also a really handy dressage coach for people who event. Because he gets it.
He hasn’t (and doesn’t) just deal with the fancy WBs of the world and live inside the sand box. This is something I have found to be an issue with people in the past.
Despite a less than ideal week leading up to the clinic (hello torrential rain/hail and flooded arenas), we were ready for the day and even if we weren’t going to perform very well, at least we would look nice…
… and after I mounted it was made clear to me that B was not in a very “giving” mood.
But on the other hand, I suppose these are the types of rides I need help with. The days where he isn’t feeling so positive and his work ethic is not where it usually is.
Still pretty though.
Luckily, Deon was happy to just take this all in stride (nothing worse than an uppity clinician who thinks they are too good for lower level students) and helped us through it. And not only did he help us through B’s little brain fart, but he did it with good humor and communicating it in a way that was easy for me to understand, remember and execute on my own at home.
TL;DR: I need to ask more, accept less.
B did eventually come around, and to his credit there wasn’t much fuss in the end.
The canter is slowly progressing, complete with (unasked for) flying changes.
He’s coming back at the start of next month, and we have already signed up. I am working furiously to try and nail all the things he gave to us as homework so that when he comes back there’s some tangible and visible progress, because otherwise… what would be the point of getting is help?
Pray for us!