Every so often, there comes a time in our equestrian careers where we feel good about ourselves. I had two good lessons on Saturday. Delight was awesome sauce today. Tini was good on the lunge. Everything was just peachy. My Sunday was going to be a win. I even enlisted my mother to snap a picture or two of me riding Tini.
And my reality was readjusted.
|Nice and calm and listening|
Look how good she was, walking on the lunge. She was nice and calm, and even pretty focused (for her). We walked, trotted and even cantered to both directions.I know, I should have done more transitions on the lunge, but c'mon folks... Lunging is the most boring form of horsemanship.
But helpful, evidently.
So, since the Tini-Bopper was nice and calm I screw it. I mean, she was so good last week. She walked and kinda-sorta steered under saddle. We even trotted nice and calmly down the long sides. Before she had three days off...
Completely without warning, and a totally tense back, Tini bolted.
My mom later told me that she was torn between taking pictures and watching the misadventure unfold. Anyone who's witnessed my mom in action knows that simply stopping taking pictures was a sign of concern for my safety. Remaining still and simply watching was her normal MO for when my sister and I were riding out naughty horse moments.
fortunately for me, she got off one shot before being overwhelmed by concern for my safety.
Story of my life.
But really, who doesn't like blooper pictures?
The rest of the story: I reattached the lunge and had Tini do transitions, with me aboard, while safely held on a circle. She was a gem. I guess I really shouldn't expect a top notch young horse after three days off. Whoops.