I'm so behind, again, on reading and writing blogs. And laundry! Horse show + busy work week = everything gets pushed to the wayside. I'm getting caught up on all of them today though.
Our championship show went...fine. But I was also pretty broken up about it.
|My mom and grandma came and took pictures, but I don't have them yet, so here are some old pictures you haven't seen yet.|
PC: My mom
See, we ended up getting a perfectly respectable 62% on 1-3, only one point off our high score for the season on that test. I came out feeling pretty good about it, I knew we wouldn't win, but it didn't feel bad. We ended up 5th out of 5, which, whatever. There were some nice 2nd level horses in that class.
But then I got my test. The judge's comments and some really harsh scoring made me feel like, at least in terms of what I can get out of Connor without my coach, I haven't made a shred of progress at all this year. I mean, we got 4/4.5's on both shallow loops, and that was with good geometry and impulsion, and no breaking. The judge had very little positive to say. Because I didn't feel bad about the test I rode, the harshness of the comments caught me off guard and hit me really hard.
|My Grandma and her dog Linus in the bleachers before my test.|
I cried. I talked to JenJ a lot. I told my trainer I wanted to put Connor in full training/lessons next time she had availability. The judge made it clear that my riding was a big part of Connor's problems, and she's not wrong. I don't think she was wrong on any of it, and my trainer said the same thing after reading the comments while still being supportive of me and positive about what we would accomplish this winter.
|Good pony hanging out before his class.|
As she is so good at doing, my trainer didn't say a word about the past at my next lesson after that show, but came out swinging with a game plan that she immediately put into action and restored my faith in myself and our Dressage journey. That's a subject for another post though.