|new fav pic from Sunday|
Anyways. Courage and I had a dressage clinic this weekend and let's just say I'm REALLY glad I signed up for both days. Yeah.
Fall started Saturday. You know, it went from 95 and sunny and hot to 45f overnight with a high of 60, plus clouds, intermittent rain, and gusting wind. That meant two things in Dressage Queen Land: 1) horses are up 2) we ride inside.
Either one of those things would probably have been fine on it's own, but putting the two together was a bit much. Courage came out with the whites of his eyes showing. Plus our indoor is a pretty small space and we hadn't been in it in months and yeah... we started the session with one of the biggest spooks he's ever done (yes at the clinician) and it sort of went downhill from there. Not kidding--I had a rather large moral crisis at the end of the day and for the first time (in regards to dressage) was like "this is too hard i can't do it waaaaaah i fail at life and horses and everything".
|and this. this helped too.|
Sunday was a brand new day with a high of 70f, bright sun, soft clouds, and riding outside.
I usually try to warm up for day two of a clinic using exercises from day one so we're ready to progress, but LOL that didn't seem like a smart idea. (FLAIL IN PLACE AND FIND AUDITORS TO TRAMPLE THE HELL OUT OF!!! Er, no. Don't do that.)
|he's so attractive|
You know when a clinician just reads you and your horse right and all three of you showed up to play and the session is a little bit mind blowing? That was Sunday. It was probably super boring to watch, since we did walk/halt/back/halt/walk/trot transitions for probably the first twenty minutes and then went waaaaaay over our time, but OMG YOU GUYS.
I feel like Courage and I were able to make some significant breakthroughs together. Little things, but they build to much bigger things, like getting Courage's back loose and hind end engaged and changing how I was sitting on him to make me more effective (though I still stare at his ears. Someday we'll fix that too.)
|i don't even care that i'm tipping|
Without any prompting on my part, the clinician told me that we would be solid first, schooling second by spring, which is super nice (and also the goal, wheeee). And then when I was like "um so yeah my flabby crooked self wants to get my bronze medal on my pressure-adverse ottb who's tight in the back" she told me that was definitely achievable. As was silver and gold.
|HOT DAMN RIGHT LEAD|
And guys, that is really exciting.