So Houston Dressage Society had their first show of the season over the weekend. And again, I went and watched without showing.
Is it just me, or is is unbelieveably easier to be a spectator then it is to actually HAVE to show? Now, don't get me wrong, I am not hanging up my top hat (or helmet, depending on the ride). I'm just saying that it was fun to go out and scope out the competition, in a way. I watch GP to training level and even the pas de deux. Not only am I able to see the 'flaws' or errors (catch your shoulders people!) and appreciate the nice horses for being, well, nice to their riders. You also see ladies (lets face it, the men are few and far between) who are trying very very hard and who are really proud of their horses. It makes a person smile.
By day two, I was wishing that Delight was ready for the big leagues. She's not... Yet. There's no reason to rush her since when I finally do get her tot eh recognized shows, I don't just want her to show. I don't even just want her to win; I want her to win. I want her to be that third level horse showing training/first. (And I want to finally stop being reserve champion.. selfish)
But as my horses are young and my knee is NQR, there are no recognized shows in my immediate future. So, the goal in mind is a freestyle clinic this weekend and an MD clinic next weekend...
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
New Year!
Well, It would appear that the new year has arrived!
I can finally write about Kiwi, the Christmas Pony that we aquired for my sister. The pony that broke me (literally). I was getting on her for the second time and wham-bam-thank you ma'am she spiked me into the dirt like a football. I went one way, my knee when the other. As I lay there in a crumpled heap, wondering how I was ever going to get up the strength to pick myself up from the arena dirt, Opie came tearing across the field. She then proceeded to stand over me and keep the rest of the herd at bay until mom pulled on up with the truck to take me to the ER.
*Let it be noted that the ER is totally useless in a none life threatening situation. They plopped me in a wheelchair, rammed me into a door (oops, that one isn't automatic), took an x-ray, loaded me up on narcotics and sent me on my way. They told me to see a specialist if it doesnt get better. I would have done better to have STARTED at the specialist.
Turned out that I tore my ACL and tore a meniscus. It was just as sexy as it sounds. My knee looked like a watermelon and I had to wait three long long weeks for the swelling to go down enough for surgery. Which was another miserable experience, but now that it's done and over with, I'm glad.
So Kiwi is away at pony boot camp, for going on her 4th month. She's at the same trainer that started RC, and we went to watch him work her twice when C was home over Christmas break.
In other news, Kiwi is adorable (and evil), and Delight earned a bad reputation because I couldn't let everyone know which of the little black ponies hurt me. Now Delight's good name is restored. Yay.
I dont know that I have any new years resolution, per se.. More like goals and guidelines.
*Schooling shows ONLY for Delight and RC this year. No rushing it.
-Intro and Training level for Delight
-First and maybe second for RC
-Hunter stuff for London!
*Health and fitness. I was fit in El Paso, thus I can do it again.
*No more eating out every day for lunch. That gets expensive.
Sounds like a good basic start to me... But only time will tell.
Oh, and no more roommates without a written contract. Big mistake.
I can finally write about Kiwi, the Christmas Pony that we aquired for my sister. The pony that broke me (literally). I was getting on her for the second time and wham-bam-thank you ma'am she spiked me into the dirt like a football. I went one way, my knee when the other. As I lay there in a crumpled heap, wondering how I was ever going to get up the strength to pick myself up from the arena dirt, Opie came tearing across the field. She then proceeded to stand over me and keep the rest of the herd at bay until mom pulled on up with the truck to take me to the ER.
*Let it be noted that the ER is totally useless in a none life threatening situation. They plopped me in a wheelchair, rammed me into a door (oops, that one isn't automatic), took an x-ray, loaded me up on narcotics and sent me on my way. They told me to see a specialist if it doesnt get better. I would have done better to have STARTED at the specialist.
Turned out that I tore my ACL and tore a meniscus. It was just as sexy as it sounds. My knee looked like a watermelon and I had to wait three long long weeks for the swelling to go down enough for surgery. Which was another miserable experience, but now that it's done and over with, I'm glad.
So Kiwi is away at pony boot camp, for going on her 4th month. She's at the same trainer that started RC, and we went to watch him work her twice when C was home over Christmas break.
In other news, Kiwi is adorable (and evil), and Delight earned a bad reputation because I couldn't let everyone know which of the little black ponies hurt me. Now Delight's good name is restored. Yay.
I dont know that I have any new years resolution, per se.. More like goals and guidelines.
*Schooling shows ONLY for Delight and RC this year. No rushing it.
-Intro and Training level for Delight
-First and maybe second for RC
-Hunter stuff for London!
*Health and fitness. I was fit in El Paso, thus I can do it again.
*No more eating out every day for lunch. That gets expensive.
Sounds like a good basic start to me... But only time will tell.
Oh, and no more roommates without a written contract. Big mistake.
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