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All I was planning to do was a little two point for myself and trot through some raised cavaletti for Courage.
Off we went.
For like 45 seconds.
|Just us looking attractive|
The whole ride was probably 25 minutes. More than 50% of it was walking without stirrups.
When I got off, I was crippled. My legs burned all night and my ankles were about to peace out.
I mean, I knew I hadn't ridden in jump tack in a few weeks, but this seemed a little extreme. I spent YEARS without sitting in a dressage saddle. Why this? More importantly, how in the world was I going to jump if I couldn't even trot a lap around the arena without wanting to die?
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It was totally 100% fine. Walk/trot/canter, whatever. No pain. No burn. No failing joints. No old lady cripple problems after the ride.
I jumped both days in my flex irons and I'm not even remotely sore despite not having jumped since October.
On the one hand, that makes me really happy. On the other hand, I now apparently require flex irons just to stay alive. I'll find out this week whether I can dressage in normal irons without dying. Don't hold your breath, I guess.