|He's a Sprenger man|
Which is to say some days are literally ambling around on the buckle with our rehab buddy and walking for 40 minutes.
I did ride by myself on Saturday morning and had a truly magical dressage session that really blew me away.
|yeah this noseband is making my week|
Some people are all about show nerves and excitement and adrenaline and competition and I'm over here like "I just wanna have some low key fun". I'm not saying that I don't ever want to be a serious competitor.
Just that right now, both Courage and I are finding out what's fun about going to shows.
And that it's ok to be really exhausted after them.
And that we don't always have to suck at them.
|having great stirrups helps|
But eh. Why? We have nothing to prove and nowhere to be. I'm actually enjoying the process of making my own horse, and when I reduce showing down to it's most basic elements, it's turning out to be fun for me too.
I feel like Courage and I have gained so much confidence together this winter/spring that I'm much happier riding through what he throws at me.
And (dare I say it?) I think he's starting to trust me as his leader.
So I don't care if we win all the ribbons or none of them. I know this year's showing is all about getting exposure and I'm totally shocked and excited to learn that exposure can actually be, well, fun. Who knew?
This year is about learning and growing together.
I like it.