It was really fun to have her around, because I feel like I've spent the last four-ish weeks alternately spinning my wheels and regressing (and mostly regressing). Micaylah pointed out that we have, in fact (somehow) made progress and there are visible changes both in my ride and in Courage's way of going.
|eyes are up|
I'm killing myself to progress.
And I keep having to go back further in the dressage.
And we're trotting/cantering poles to "jump".
|that tricksy lead|
But there's something about being able to look at pictures of riding. In the black and white shot, for the first time, I see some semblance of a dressage position in myself. It's not perfect, but I'm sitting up and my leg is effective and my hip angle is open.
Even our overly-challenging right lead canter has positive points. I'm sitting on him more than I used to be able to. My hands are more up.
And hey, let's just all admire how he's not bolting into the sunset. Definitely a win for team brain there.
|he's just so good looking. i have a hard time seeing bad things.|
It doesn't look as bad as it felt. I was totally out of balance. We had no rhythm.
So yeah. Courage isn't the second coming of Valegro (TEAM CHARLOTTE AM I RIGHT TOTO GOING DOOOOOOWN AT WORLD CUP), but we are making progress.
|bay colored glasses|
And I taught him all that.
And that's actually pretty cool.
See, this is why I love pictures. They aren't always perfect and beautiful. They are always honest.
I can't see myself objectively, but I can look back and see how far we've come.
And then I feel a little less discouraged and a little more like trying again tomorrow.