So apparently Monday just isn’t my day. 🙃
Our lesson started out… okay. I had a busy weekend, which meant that Raglan had a couple of days off. Sunday evening I came to the barn to make grain baggies and let him romp around in the arena to get some of his wiggles out, plus he had turnout Monday morning, so he should’ve been fine.
My normal lesson buddy was sick, so LJO (TrainerK?) hopped on a training horse while I warmed up. She rode alongside me while coaching me to push him forward and to use more inside leg through the corners to push him into the outside rein. She wanted square corners (#dressagestyle) and for my hands to stop wiggling (yeah, me too). Less micromanaging, more letting him fail—“embrace the suck!”
During our flat work, Raglan felt a little bit #FIERCE. I rode conservatively. He was making me nervous—getting distracted by things outside, threatening to spook, acting snotty when I put on my inside leg, etc. I had a feeling that he needed a lunge—but apparently I’m stupid, so we carried on.
When my head felt like it was about to burst, we moved onto the grid (crossrail-one-vertical-two-vertical-one-vertical). TrainerK had me experiment with my release (including one very funny line where I did an old school very dramatic all the way up the neck crest release—she was appalled LOL). She also pointed out the consequences of being left behind: if I wasn’t with him for the first jump, then I spent half the grid catching up and I didn’t have the ability to make decisions and provide him with input.
Raglan kept blasting through the grid at 100mph (and I kept smashing him into the wall at the end), so once I figured out how to stay active there was A LOT OF HALF HALTS. My last attempt at the grid was very well ridden—I really held him back and told him to wait the whole way through, he was much more controlled—and then we got to the end and he was like “LOL BYYYYEEEE”.
So TrainerK climbed aboard. Needless to say, his attitude did not improve.
So we’re in a SUCKTASTIC stage of training. His ego’s over-inflated. He thinks he knows better than the rider and he’s mad that we’re making him be more accountable. There are things that I could have done differently today (lunged him, done circles between grid elements, gotten more assertive about halting, etc.), but in the end this is just something we’re going to have to work through.
I signed Raglan up for a training ride (AKA an ASS-KICKING) while I’m gone this weekend. With any luck I won’t have to put him into full time training to make it through this.