|Look who's growing neck muscles!|
I know I talked about how our deerleaping lesson in May derailed Courage's confidence and it took a long time to get it back. I haven't really talked about what it did for me. Honestly, it put me right back where I was after my wreck with my mare.
|Work that sexy trot|
At least I've been here before, I guess, so I made some different choices this summer. I put Redheadlins in the tack for several jumps sessions. We did baby grid work and then even more baby grid work. I know when my confidence is totally shot and I know that sometimes I need Courage to be bvrave enough (or at least broke enough) for both of us. I've definitely been putting in the flat work miles, and it does show.
|I like this.|
At this point, I know I can ride well. I know my horse can jump well. That's not the problem. The problem is that when I see a "big" (totally relative term) jump, my brain immediately freezes and goes "DEER LEAP OF DEATH AND BROKEN BONES AND PAIN AND NO NO NO". You could argue it's not a logical response, but A) it kind of is, given my history, and B) it's my response. Logic is irrelevant to a discussion of fear.
|How great does my horse look?|
And we jumped them. Over and over. It was good--I got to work on my ride and my position and he just toodled along like he can do over teeny jumps.
|I can be brave over this right now.|
|The best at taking his time.|
I guess it's a mixed blessing that I can't afford to his the lesson/show circuit--I can just jump my tiny fences and then raise them when I'm comfortable. Take away the pressure, and I know I can do this.
Just give me time.