I finally got out to see this cute mug on Saturday.
The ride wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be after being gone that long, but there was definitely an element of "Make me." It wasn't temper-tantrum level "MAKE ME!" but more of a "You'll have pull whatever you're asking for out of my soft fuzzy (seriously, winter? already?) body, woman."
I stayed annoyingly persistent in what I was asking, conscious all the time that my own riding probably wasn't great after that long of a break and no lessons, and was fair and patient. He eventually came around. If that one lesson two weeks ago was an 8 trot, we ended up with a 6. Balanced, even, through, not mind-blowing, but good.
|He's charitable to his barn mates in addition to being cute.|
My schedule this week is pretty full, so I won't get a ton of riding in, and then my trainer is back, so these two weeks are ending up as kind of a nice mini-vacation heading into indoor arena purgatory. My 7pm outdoor lessons are numbered.
|So much fuzzier than when I left...|