Saturday was downright magical. It was 67 degrees in Indiana, and the outdoor footing was perfect. My trainer had looked at the forecast for my Thursday night lesson (18F) and what Saturday would be, and asked if I wanted to switch. Uh, yeah!
|Darn short arms. Terrible for selfies and wearing jackets. But look, I'm wearing a t-shirt!|
She got onto me in the beginning for not having as organized of a warmup for jumping as I do for Dressage. I had justified changing my game plan in my head because he was b-e-h-i-n-d my leg when we came out, so I was trying to think forward first. But that wasn't the right answer. And, in true Connor's-first-ride-in-the-outdoor-since-November fashion, he quickly went from behind my leg to spicy anyway.
|Getting some sand in our Majyk Equipe fetlock boots finally!|
We started with three sets of ground poles next to each other, set for a short stride, a "working canter" stride, and a long canter stride. The idea being to keep coming to each in the canter, but adjust the canter within the canter for each stride length. This is hard. I'll be the first to admit I do not have very much control over his body in the canter. This is partly because I've never been a very "aware" rider at the canter. Obviously that has to change as we approach Second level, and will help our jumping too.
Then we moved on to a course that included a small bounce and a scary painted plank fence with flowers. Predictably, the bounce was no issue and he MASSIVELY overjumped the plank. Of course. Glad to know that hasn't changed...
The most interesting fence of the day was a 2' vertical. The first time I came to it, we chipped. The second time, we went for the long spot. Both times I tried really hard to micromanage the ride and make good decisions. The third time, I did nothing, and he was perfect to it. Maybe my horse is better at jumping than I am.
|Sand, leather and feathers.|