|110% solid sex appeal|
He had this sweet move where we'd go to turn right and he'd drop his shoulder and bolt left.
For better or worse, I stayed on. HOWEVER. The mechanics of staying on with those G-Forces involved putting all my weight in the left stirrup and staying to the LEFT OF CENTER every time we thought about turning right. (You'll notice this biomechanically compounded the not-turning-right issue. I never said it wasn't a shitshow.)
|plz send your hate mail directly to my spam folder|
The point is that now I ride my glorious ZB who is the champion of the entire world.
|champion of outfits too|
Fun facts: baby mare is a-ok with turning either direction. Canters on both leads. Has zero baggage about racetracks or pressure or whatever. See again: champion.
Now, I had someone else put the first 10 rides on her because I knew my brain wasn't up for it. AND. She gets twice weekly training rides by my trainer because again. I want her to be started well and not just haul around my baggage for me.
I had to have a laugh the other night though. I was riding with a barn buddy in the indoor.
|not this night. a night we actually put on saddles.|
We walk/trotted around to the left and ZB was KILLING IT like the champion she is.
And then we changed direction.
INSTANTLY she was overbent to the right with her left shoulder popped out and completely unable to turn right.
|photo by Courage Has Opinions|
I tried changing a number of things with my hands and reins and that didn't really help at all.
I had to just stop and think about it a while.
ZB is TOTALLY FINE for my trainer, which means it's a me issue.
|return of the dik dik|
And oh yeah, the way I survived the HARD BOLT LEFT was to get all my weight to the left.
If we're keeping track, ZB is super round, which means my weight left means my saddle slides left.
It didn't even matter how much I told myself to step into the right stirrup--I'd just drop my weight into it, brace against it, and twist my saddle ever farther left.
|you're making dik dik jesus cry|
I find the timing here interesting. This problem hasn't really cropped up for us until right now. I'd wager it's because we're stepping up the work. Zoe is performing at a similar level to Courage when he stepped down, which means my subconscious is kicking defense mechanisms into high gear from sheer force of muscle memory.
It's frustrating, because my conscious brain isn't even slightly rattled. I'm building a new thing with Zoe. She's an incredible force for good in my life and I enjoy every moment with her.
|also hats are itchy. fyi.|
I have a plan. I have a trainer. We're going to fix this.
But omfg body. GET ON THE BUS.