|not great, not bad|
Then more not.
I figured it was me--I can get too fixated on one thing (say canter transitions) and forget how something else is blocking it (demon right hand). I looked at videos. I had people watch. To everyone, he looks fine. We look fine.
But to me, he didn't quite... something.
I medicated the only way I know how.
Believe it or not, I only bought ONE of the things in ONE of the pictures above. Ha! Who says I can't panic and still adult?
Anyways. None of the shiny things made my horse go any better. And again, he wasn't bad.
And he loves jumping and is usually fantastic for it. So that's weird.
Finally, while riding in fading evening light this week, Courage was just not feeling it. I called him a twat. Then I called him worse. We COULD NOT go around the right corner of the arena like a normal horse no matter what I did and how well I rode.
We could.not. turn right.
Wait a second.
I don't know why it took me this long to figure it out and I'm actually really pumped that either I got it sooner or Courage has learned to express himself less extravagantly, because there was no flailing (for once), but I contacted his favorite body work lady. She'll be out Friday.
Because this is what he does when he hurts all over and needs a little extra help.
I'm excited to get my horse back.