|all by ourselves|
So Sunday, Courage and I had our first ever lesson with a new (to us) trainer. I'm hoping to join in on a consistent and appropriate group lesson, but G (trainer) asked if we'd be interested in doing some private lessons first to get acquainted to which I said OH HELL YES I WOULD. (Dear Bank Account: I'm sorry. Please don't hate me.)
|cuz planning ahead is totes lame|
Oh and it was Easter Sunday and I hatched this crazy plan like Saturday morning, and thus was completely unable to procure a photographer. Oops.
Anywho. Courage semi-settled in the new to him indoors (with mirrors! everywhere!) and G immediately had us leg-yielding in and out of a circle in the walk and trot to get Courage moving his feet and loosening his back while focusing on me.
|mirrors! windows! also the poles for the day|
We didn't even jump as such--we walked, trotted, and cantered through poles on the ground with G making me be much more conscious of my weight/body placement. Some of the things ran counter to what I've been taught before, but that's kind of the point. What I'm doing on my own isn't working and I need new ideas. I'm giving them the ol' fashioned try. (Noted: nothing revolutionary or weird, just a different way of riding.)
|proof of nose|
Answer: quite well.
|z poooooor leetle horsie gots all sweaty|
And that's what matters to me right now. Next lesson with G is in two weeks. Lots of homework before then!