We did a solid warm up, then ran through our first-ever dressage test (that I made up).
I was really, really happy with my ride.
And then I went home and saw the pictures.
|Horse= A+, Self=WTF|
I'm so happy about that.
And I'm not impressed. WHAT AM I EVEN DOING.
I don't know. I can't explain how it is I think my horse will go better if I tip forward with my hands in my lap. I don't know why I think if I push my heels up and toes out and put my tone-less calf on his side, that ANYTHING will happen.
For us to advance, I need to get stronger on my outside aids both directions. And shorten my reins to get my hands out of my lap. AND SIT UP. And get my ass under me.
AND THEN like, maybe learn how to dressage.
|halt, salute. mic drop.|
And then I get this nice note from a fancy (and kind) (and expensive) local trainer, inviting me to participate in a cool clinic.
It's in two weeks.
I can (just barely) afford it if I do no shows next month.
My dressage trainer and boarding friends have nothing but good things to say about the clinician.
So who is it with?
|picture kypped from internet|
OK A LOT FREAKING OUT. WHAT HAVE I DONE. SERIOUS FREAK OUT HAPPENING RIGHT HERE.
I realize clinics are all about learning and I (obviously) need all the help I can get.
AND OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I'M CLINICING WITH ARTHUR KOTTAS