Riding
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♥Mar. 20th, 2012 // 02:53 pm♥
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The lesson was Obviously Doomed...
... I woke up feeling blergy, presumably with the same thing that's had Mike getting the tube rather than walking to work....
... I realised that GB had broken all my nice whips, so I had to dig out the one that I don't like (it hasn't got a knob on the end, so I randomly drop it at inconvenient times if I'm not constantly paying attention to it)...
... my instructor still hadn't turned up by ten past...
... and when she did, she had her horse with her. "Are you here for me? Bloody office! This is the second time today I've tacked my horse up to ride!"...
... and then about ten minutes later someone else had a nasty fall and spent the rest of my lesson sitting on the floor in the middle of the arena, while various first aid and ambulance types went too and fro and we rode very sedately at the far end of the space...
... but, for all that, we did really well. My position was better than usual, so GB was having a very nice trot on him and periodically dropping into an outline, and it was just generally very positive. Phew.
My homework is to try to get that combination of me and him again, and to work on right-handed half circles. So, you know, no chance. |
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