|hey look! a stretch!|
Regardless. He isn't. He's a cool horse with a great brain, a ton of talent, and stubborn streak, and sometimes things don't go according to plan. You saw the outtakes yesterday, so here's the story behind them.
Courage ran for 6+ years as a successful racehorse. He's been off the track a little over a year and a half, and the process of changing his body from racehorse to sporthorse is a long, ongoing, and sometimes painful thing.
So I had him adjusted before his dressage clinic, and then proceeded to have two spectacular rides, a day off, and then possibly the best ride I've ever had on him.
And then he was a little wonky.
And then he was a little more wonky in our jump lesson. (Remember that weird "can't turn right thing" before the jumps? That is weird.)
We worked on some stuff with my position and effectiveness and that was all fine and dandy. Courage felt... fine...
I mean, he wasn't bad by any stretch. He just wasn't really applying himself or making big improvements.
Courage was being good. I was happy with him.
And then we "tried" to go right.
The quotes might be more accurate if I put them like this: and then we tried to go "right".
I rode through it a few times, but I wasn't really getting anywhere other than to the fence sideways and in a hurry, which has actually never been a goal of mine.
So I asked C to get on. I probably win "least favorite client of the week". Oh well.
|When he's good, he's really good|
And then C stopped and told me that to her, it felt like a pain thing.
Which makes sense because 1) while Courage can be an asshole, he's not that committed to the thug life and 2) given all his recent work changes, body-soreness, stuck spots, and pain are part of the transition.
I finished the lesson with 2 (count 'em) successful circles to the right at the walk and trot and promptly made an appointment with Courage's main bodywork person.
We'll be back at 'em, but not until after the appointment. Apparently.