There’s something unsettling about leaving your horse with someone new, in a new place and awaiting their opinion/judgement of the horse.
I was 100% upfront and honest about what was happening with us because:
- Pretending everything is okay is unhelpful
- Omitting potential issues is dangerous
If anything, I feel like I have a tendency to make things seem worse, so that there is always room to be pleasantly surprised.
Ah yes, the old “hope for the best and expect the worst” philosophy.
After about 3 days of silence (no news is good news, right?) where I had to sit on my hands to avoid desperately asking for on-the-minute updates, I finally received the message I had been waiting for…
The good news: It wasn’t just me who felt like they were working super hard to get him going properly. Yay, I’m not useless!
The bad news: If a pro-rider says he’s been making them work for it, they probably are not going as well as you’d hope.
More good news: He was getting better with every ride and the rest of the week saw him improving greatly.
Trainer J had to head to Sydney for a few days which meant Monday/Tuesday were out for me coming out to ride and with that, I headed out to Trainer J’s place on the Wednesday to see how he was going.
AKA how he was going once captain numpty hopped back on.
Captain Numpty, reporting for duty.
After she quickly warmed him up and showed me where things were at I hopped on and proceeded to have my ass handed to me by the tiny weapon of mass destruction that is Trainer J.
Pro tip: do not eat curry for lunch before a lesson. You think I would know that.
I have never come so close to hurling from the back of a horse. I can try and blame the curry but I honestly think I am just seriously unfit, and I have never felt so uncoordinated which is a big call coming from someone who can’t make it through a doorway without crashing into one side.
The aim of the game was to get him super off my leg and forward, and it hurt like hell. I think a bit of my soul died when I had to mentally tell myself I was not allowed to spew in front of Trainer J the first time she ever saw me ride.
Trainer J asked if I needed a walk break and I was like “no…” *Internal screaming*
The best news was that he felt super throughout the lesson, even if I did feel incredibly discombobulated, unstable and disorganised. That’s fine, I can learn to ride him in this new way if it makes things better/easier for him. And apparently it does. With each ride, things felt like they were getting a bit easier to remember, understand and execute, so by the time we went home I thought we should be fine to carry on and practice everything on our own (and hopefully without reverting to bad habits).
SO much footage available thanks to my Pivo. God I love this thing.
We were originally schedule to go home on the Friday and do another clinic with Deon, however I opted to keep him with Trainer J for the extra 2 days given the cost was roughly the same and I thought the consistency was more important. Also, I intend to keep doing weekly lessons with Trainer J moving forwards so it seemed like the more logical move all around.
And with that, the Bumper car returned home and it was up to us to keep going…