I'm trying to contain myself, but I think Cuna is pretty much the best horse ever. Scratch "pretty much". He is.
Why the sudden effusiveness? Well, we had a jump lesson yesterday. It started out really easy--I was trotting and cantering over crossrails with plenty of space in between to get comfortable and straight. I was like "yes, Operation Make This Fun is in full swing. I can do this."
Then Steph hopped off the horse she was riding and started putting fences up.
Ever the optimist, I'm like "Ok, just 2' verticals. Still no biggie. I'm on Cuna."
And then this:
OMG WE JUMPED A GIANT JUMP!!!!!
(Shut up Monica. It's big to me.)
The first time around I let him get too long to the oxer, which meant would would get to the groundpole funny which meant the jump would be funny. I saw that about two strides out and went "Oh sh*t" and stuck my hands in his neck. He got us out of it, but Steph stopped to set things back up.
Basically, she said I need to ride like I mean it, even if I screwed him up. "If you quit right in front of the fence, the horse... well, Cuna won't, but most horses would stop or panic."
I love you.
Anyways. We ended on the series in the video and I was really, really happy. I mean, that's the biggest thing I've jumped in probably years and I was/am fine. A little nervous looking at it, but I'm learned to just do my thing and trust Cuna and it works out.