After five months and seven unreturned calls, I realized that my old horse trainer wanted to break up (I’ve always been a little slow when it comes to these kinds of things).
So I finally called a friend of my farrier’s and had my first lesson last night. I can barely move this morning! It’s not that she drove me or Kobi to exhaustion, or that she had me do rising trots without stirrups. No, we working on getting Kobi to stop with my seat and core, seriously underused muscles!
But I digress…when Ashley first arrived, she did what everyone needs to do when they meet someone’s horse: compliment him. Within the first few minutes she had told me how smart Kobi seemed, how calm he was (he was just tricking us there), and he had some nice movement.
Then there were my issues: I need to use my legs and core more and my biggest issue that spilled over into several areas – I need to stop giving up my reins.
I explained to her that I was bored just riding around in circles and needed things to work on, but I wasn’t looking to show or anything like that. She obliged in her very kind way…practice stopping with my core (at a walk and trot) until he actually does, less hand movement (use ring fingers to tweak him into getting on the bit instead of fighting and see-sawing his head), when he tries to take my reins so he can stretch – make him go a few more steps before I give in, and when we come to a curve not to throw my outside rein away – make him turn tighter, and the biggest thing to do…figure eights! But of course don’t do any of these until Kobi or I am blind with boredom.
As soon as I can bend over again without my legs screaming, Kobi and I have work to do!