Yesterday the lovely L and I spent the evening at the barn. In true us fashion I was there late, L was on time and made herself at home already grooming Ray.
We headed out, catching up on the past week or so apart and getting Ray warmed up. I worked on some bending circles and just moving his old bones. L had already set up a pole grid and some cavaletti.
Typical Ray made hairy eyes at it the first lap, which is to be expected. And lends to some back story, both Ray and I are jumping chickens. My biggest successes in hunter land were my pony ring days, regional pony finals, medals all that jazz.
Around 14 I got a greenie to replace my pony, he was the dirtiest stopper possible, plowing me into EVERYTHING. I only tried jumping once after that, when Ray and I were competing for top 20 in the nation we tried to add hunter hack to his repertoire. A trainer ended up taking us through a fence with no top rail and getting the plank caught between Ray’s back legs. Needless to say his jumping ended there.
I am not the bravest soul ever, ever since those scary years my jumping has been timid and sporadic. When I came up with the hair brained idea to take Ray onto the circuit of course I shared it with L. Since then we have planned, worked and in true super competitive nature are ready to kick ass.
Today when we were working before I knew it I was back up to 2′ without noticing. With all my own misgivings but it’s fun to see this rusty rodeo queen has a few tricks still up her sleeve.
|She was told she isn’t a true badass till she
rode without a saddle and bridle
|Evidence that even when my horse jumps absurd L
has perfect eq.