It's just been one of those months; my personal life is in turmoil, a close friend is unwell and I had just driven across 2 states and back to visit, and work is, well, unfortunately work. The one constant? My horses.
I didn't have anyone to ride with tonight, but I grabbed Red out of the paddock and jumped on anyway. The sun was setting, the wind was blowing, and Red was ready to jump out of his skin. I haven't ridden him since the last bareback romp at 2am, before then, it would have been weeks between rides. He's my Mr Reliable, I can always count on him to be there when I need him (and to shy at everything he can possibly spot, or not spot, whatever works at the time!)
I started my ride in a mood I probably shouldn't ride in, but in hindsight, I got more accomplished in that ride that I have in a long time because I had zero personal regard. Funny about that.
He shied at various things, and I drove him with my legs and seat on where I'd normally let him stop and survey the scenery first.
We limbered up and trotted down the driveway past usual objects of scaryness, he looked, but he didn't react.... We got to the arena and did our warmups. Our dressage training is pretty much out the window, but hey, what did I expect? Can't have my 'Mr Reliable' and 'Mr Consistant' cake and eat it too, without also being consistent from my end.
After we were warmed up, I asked for canter with stronger aids than I ever had before. Normally, I didn't push him and we eventually got there; you know, sometime later, maybe....
....bang... today we were straight into it..... 4 complete circles to the right, 4 complete circles to the left - the most we'd actually done in the arena. Sad, huh? He was rushed, but he was strong. He wanted to quit, but he kept the pace when I squeezed him on....
It was exciting too, because now I know he can do it, and now I know it wasn't him holding us back, it was me!
I've been taking him slower than he needs to go, because of my own chickeness.... Why am I chicken though? He looks after me. He always has. He's never bucked, and never reared. The most he does is shy. Alot. And maybe that's his way of telling me to get over myself.... Yet again, he's been the one to teach me a lesson.
So feeling confident, and totally free, I slipped my stirrips up 2 holes and we tried some jumping. Tiny, pathetic jumps, but who cares, they were JUMPS! Nothing like the 4' plus monsters I used to tackle in my young and fearless days (the days were my body actually bounced when I hit the ground), but I haven't had the courage to jump in years... He did everything I asked, again. We popped over the jumps, and cantered the long side. We came back to a trot, circled around to position ourselves, and did it all over again.....
I rode back to the paddock feeling like the full moon ahead of us was brighter and clearer than it had been in a very long time... Shame it didn't last long - but that's another story, and one has nothing to do with Red.
........Red. The horse of my dreams.




