So this horsemanship stuff is dominating all the free time of my summer, not that I'm complaining. A year ago I was laid up with a shattered ankle, having been informed by my surgeon that I wouldn't ride again for a year.
But when you're in your forties you have a better view of the Importance of Time, and how fleeting it is. So I defied my doctors and started riding again last winter. This summer I began training for competitive show jumping along with my youngest daughter, Alex.
Some lesson days are better than others. Yesterday Alex's horse, Stormy, was a bit unmotivated while Tyson, the horse I usually ride, was out having his feet shod. So while Alex tried to light a fire under her horse, I was getting used to Duchess, a spirited three-year old I'd never ridden.
We had a great time, regardless of the challenges and I have no complaints, even though at one point I nearly knocked my head off on a low hanging branch. You can see it in the video, provided you can sit through all two minutes and thirty seconds of it. :-)
And Alex finally got Stormy to trot the course and jump the vertical, which made us all very proud. And I had no problem riding a little horse with a big jump, so that made me quite proud of myself.
We ended the lesson tired and happy, and a bit more confident about our next show which will take place at the end of the month. (Oh, and as an aside to JohnR who noted on my last post that I looked a bit somber, I made sure this time that I included some pictures of myself in which I am actually smiling. It's easier during schooling --far less pressure.:-)