A Tuesday Lesson with Boston

A Tuesday Lesson with Boston

I promise there will be more about Rags and how things are changing now that I’ve got a willing partner for the whole jumper/eventing game, but first I want to talk about Tuesday.

In some ways, Tuesday felt like my first “real” lesson in a while. I’ve spent the past few months focusing on Ezhno’s western, and now that I’ve got “the most English of English horse” (according to Trainer M), it was time to hang up my cowboy boots and get back to what matters most to me: JUMPING.

That meant thirty minutes of my post/half seat to stretch my tendons back out (ow) and fifteen minutes of jumping every cross rail in sight while designing imaginary courses in my head.

And you know what? It was sort of like riding a bike. I could see some distances, I messed a lot of things up, at one point I made the wrong choice coming out of a jump and towards a wall so Boston had to do some fancy footwork to get a flying change (or die trying), but I felt solid! It didn’t matter how wonky the jump was, I just sat up, anchored through my heels, let some rein slip, and I was fine. It was like I was back where I was when I stopped jumping in January—maybe even better.

Guys, I feel so good! And that feeling is how I know I’m making all the right decisions. I’m going to have so much fun exploring new disciplines with my new partner!

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