Friday, October 21, 2016

Riding Lately

It's been hard to write recently for a couple of reasons: lack of time and lack of excitement.
Happy horse. Happy rider.
This isn't to say things have been bad. No, no. Quite the contrary.
Nope, instead my days have been full of spending time with my happy horse.
And enjoying the slow process of incremental progress.
#dawningoffourthlevel #shhh
Each day we work on relaxation and throughness.
Then we work on maintaining a good rhythm in half halts, and developing more collection.
Then I'll look into lateral work, and test obedience to lateral aids.
Most days, that's where we end. My time during the week is limited, so a 30-40 minute ride is all I have time for.
Most days I don't even put a saddle on either. It's all about maximizing my time.
Once a week we'll go for a hack. Sometimes it's a quick mental break around the property. And sometimes it's a long drawn out trot/gallop session for fitness.
And once a week when I've actually put a saddle on my creature, we'll put the pressure on that lead change work. The work on relaxation has really gone a long way to making our changes better. The idea of multiples required for fourth no longer seems completely out of reach. This floors me.
But overall, the progress is very slow, yet steady. I know we're knocking down barriers to a move up, but there's no huge achievement or milestone to celebrate. Only the quiet enjoyment of a team enjoying their daily work.
And really? Can you ask for anything more?

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Crossing Disciplines... and Rivers: Ride Between the Rivers Part 1

The whole adventure started innocently enough. "Would you be interested in riding Q in an endurance ride in August?" Liz asked.
"That sounds like fun, but..." I replied.
"Great! I'll get you all set up, don't worry!"
... and so I had agreed. Though, I honestly wasn't sure to what.
This, apparently. In all of its utter glory.
Photo by Becky Pearlman, used with permission
A month before the event, Liz started sending me prep info: an email from the ride organizer detailing the trail conditions (read: tough), suggestions of what to pack for 3 nights of moderately primitive camping (note: food, also blankets), things she needed me to bring (mainly: stirrups), and idea of what to wear for the ride itself (suggestion: crocs?! That's a thing?!).

It was at this point that I began to panic. The last time I went camping was in the Boundary Waters, which is full on primitive camping. I had some sort of idea in my head that we'd show up and be camping BWACA style, then riding forever. In my horror, I left all my packing until 9:30pm the night before I left. I'm honestly surprised I remembered to pack pants. (Aside, thank god I remembered pants.)

Imagine my joy when I rolled into camp and spotted campers, with generators, and porta-potties. Though a far cry from the luxury of your average dressage show, maybe we wouldn't totally die.
Look at those porta potties in all of their glory. They even had toilet paper most of the long weekend. Also, that horse on the right is tied with a collar. My inner pony clubber started screaming immediately. I shut her up with tequila.
Guys, endurance is a whole new world. Let me explain in handy type-a-kid bullet points:
  • Bright colors are the norm. I wore a neon red shirt that normally makes me stick out at the barn, but here I was hardly even a blip on the color radar.
  • No one wears breeches. Knee patch tights? Okay. Bright colored normal-people tights? Yeah. That's where it's at. Full seat breeches? What. A. Weirdo.
  • Tall boots? Hahahaha. You're lucky if people wear boots at all. Crocs were pretty common riding wear. So were running shoes and hiking boots. Pretty sure I saw a barefoot kid trot past.
  • Tack is plastic. It's probably also some kind of neon color. I assume this is to locate you or your horse, lest you wander too far off trail.
  • Leg protection? What's that? The majority of horses sported very little or no leg protection, despite being on fairly rocky and difficult trails. And here we dressage people bandage legs for a foray into a perfectly groomed soft arena...
  • Stalls are for losers. Most people traveled with portable corrals for their horses, or simply tied them to the trailers. With collars.
  • All these fit and hot horses barely contained in rope corrals and ties never blinked an eye at the shenanigans of the camps many drunken yahoos (Um. Hai.). I was legitimately impressed. I saw two horses lose their brains over something, and each time the issue was fully and easily resolved. I'd like to see your average fit dressage or event horse try that.
  • The horsemanship was stellar. While people weren't handling horses up to pony club standards, they were totally involved with all aspects of their horse's care. Heart rates, respiration, quality of feet, shoeing, conditioning, training... everything. To some degree, that's more impressive than your typical sport horse rider.
  • Horses are skinnier here. As with any endurance sport, the horses are definitely on the lean side. That said, some were maybe skinnier than I'd be comfortable with. I guess I can say that about some marathon runners, though. 
  • All breeds, colors, types were welcome. Just a small section of horses I saw included, Arabians (obviously), a Belgian draft, thoroughbreds, a welsh pony, gaited horses, and every mixed breed under the sun. Horses were generally smaller than I'm used to (15 hands seemed about average at this ride), but there were definitely plenty of outliers. Endurance is seriously an anything-goes type of sport.
This motley crew definitely shows the wide variety of horse breeds and sizes!
Liz settled me in immediately, and we enjoyed my dressage queen gift of prosecco and wine glasses (silicone ones! super handy!). After dinner (and quite a few more drinks) I got acquainted with my ride partner, Q (On Cue). Bareback. With a few drinks under my belt. Because... safety third.
This is Q. She's a Morgan/Arab mare of dubious background that Liz has turned into one hell of an endurance horse. Liz and Q finished the Old Dominion 100 in June, something I'm still pretty much in awe of. On top of being a BA endurance mare, Q is one hell of a good looking little horse!
Photo shamelessly stolen from Liz
Actually, Q is a total sweetheart and put up with our shenanigans with grace. We eventually put the horses away and headed towards bed... three huskies in tow.
Sonka, Kenai, and Lyra. We had a very recognizable camp of pointy-eared howling things. 
The next morning, we saddled up before the heat struck and headed out to get acquainted with the trail. I decided to let Lyra tag along on the trail, as we were planning to go only 6 miles or so. Both horses have been ridden around Kenai plenty, so I assumed this would be fine.

And it sort of was...
Look at Lyra go!
Liz has talked a lot about Q's violent spooking, but I think she's maybe under-represented the action. Q doesn't so much spook as teleport. One minute we were standing just in front of a puddle, and the next Q is four feet to the right, standing on my ankle. Meanwhile, I'm fully submerged in a deep caramel-colored mud puddle, dress boots, breeches, belt, helmet and all. We think she spooked at Lyra, but I'm still not entirely sure what happened. Thankfully I didn't hit my head!

Luckily, the mud was very soft. Once I beat Q off my leg, I quickly realized that:
1. The leg was not really hurt, just really deeply bruised.
2. I had mud IN MY EYE.
3. I would need to wash off before getting in the saddle.
Bath necessary. Mud coverage = extreme
So,we turned around on the trail and walked until we found a spot where I could walk down to the river. I dove in head first, complete with boots and helmet to wash the mudd from everything. I managed to climb back in the saddle, and we were on our way, with no more spooks.

On the way back to camp, Lyra even learned to cross the river!

That afternoon we did vet checks with all the horses set to compete out of our camp, and set them all up with their numbers. The vetting process was fascinating. While vetting Shiloh, the oldest horse of our group at 24, I learned that endurance is a zero tolerance sport. Whereas dressage, and many of the other USEF sanctioned events allow small amounts of NSAIDS and antibiotics to show in drug tests, the AERC doesn't allow anything to show. Even topical antibiotic creams are outlawed, and horses are watched like hawks to ensure they eat nothing illegal. Having worked shows with USEF testing, and showed under USEF drug rules for years, I was amazed at how stringent AERC rules were.
Painting a number on Shiloh. Trying desperately to fit in by wearing florescent orange.
After dinner, we settled back to camp to await the next day... and the race.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Cross Training the Dressage Horse: Jumping with Friends

Some of you may have known that Guinness was trained as a hunter before I acquired him. I joke that he's basically the George Morris of horses. Jumping is easy for him, and he knows all the rules. I'm pretty sure he counts down his strides. He's embarrassed by poor turnout. And, he demands good hands and a solid release from the rider.
"Woman! You best wrap those polos evenly! And your lack of proper footwear is embarassing!"
If his rider is wrong, he rolls his eyes and not-so-gently reminds you to sit up and ride like less of a sloppy mess by bucking after the line. If the rider is out of his way enough, he'll turn himself inside out to nail the line, and canter away in perfect balance.

Honestly, it's really just absurd how much he enjoys the job.

Though his fetlocks make jumping regularly a bad idea, I do like to throw in a jump or two every few months or so just to let his brain have some fun. It's good dressage cross training (bulk up that butt!), and helps give him a break from my constant micromanaging (note to self, less of that mkay?).

So, when my friend Lauren (Who just started a blog! Check it out!) asked if I would mind being the safety-second and support person while she did worked her Training horse through some uphill grid work in the back field ... I leapt at the chance.
Go, Eddie! Eat that grid for breakfast dinner! 
Lauren had set the grid along a relatively steep grade on our back hill. The distances were set short, since we'd be jumping it from a slow canter/trot and heading uphill. She'd tossed the wooden liverpool few strides from the end of the grid, "just for fun."

Of course, the horses didn't realize we'd left these landmines for them. The moment we topped the hill they were convinced we'd laid a trap for them. Thank god for dressage training, though. I was able to keep Guinness very straight and moving forward, so the liverpool was never really an issue. And despite knocking everything down the first time through, he quickly remembered how to jump like the pro he is...

The jumps stayed super low, which was a blessing. It turns out jumping in a dressage saddle with long stirrups is maybe not the most secure of positions. I tried my best, but felt very behind the motion for the whole exercise. Thank god my horse is a total saint!

Maybe when the ground gets softer, we'll do this again...

Have any of your done any great cross training lately? Does doing something different help your horse feel more confident or happy in his work? Do you ever forget to hike up your dressage length stirrups before jumping?

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Catching Up Is Hard to Do

When summer arrived, I knew blogging was going to take a pretty big hit. I've had some rather large changes roll through, which have just kept me busier and busier. Life can really eat up the time set aside for myself and my writing, neither of which should really be missed for too long.
Gotta make sure to take care of yourself... smell the roses... eat the roses?
Thankfully, I think the wild upheavals are mostly over now. I think I can get back to documenting my adventures in dressage and horses at large. And, there's so much to catch up on... 
There's jumping adventures with friends... 
And a look at the development of this hunky creature... 
There's riding this lady's delightful horse in a race... 
And the equally exciting story of Pig putting his face in ground bees...
There's veterinary decisions...
And other horse care decisions...
There's relaxing days...
And hard working days...
There's visits from these two...
And also visits from these two...
And always Emma visits!
Plus excellent lecture audits to recap...
And great history reads... 
And shitty pre-show ride problems...
And epic trail ride recaps...
So stayed tuned for details...

Friday, August 19, 2016

Forge Ahead Friday: Getting my Bronze

Forge Ahead Friday is a section of the blog where I am going to catch up on things that have happened, but I didn't cover. These aren't in chronological order, but are fun tidbits of my equestrian journey!

In May, I hopped onto Centerline Scores to see if my scores from my last show had been uploaded yet. Lo and behold, they had. A special plus was seeing my name scroll across the main screen as a new medalist!
Whee! There I am!
The moment I saw my updated scores, I bolted over to the USDF score check to see if they had updated my eligibility status. Success!
I immediately filled out the forms for my Bronze and my 2nd Level Rider Award, paid my money, and went on my happy way.

Early in June, I came home to a mailbox stuffed with goodies:
My actual Bronze medal won't be awarded until the December ceremony at the USDF annual conference. They'll ship me my award if I don't go. In the meantime, I can order a lapel pin. What do you think? Should I get it!?

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Spectating Great Meadow International 3*

Meadowbrook's Scarlet / Lauren Kieffer
In case you missed Emma's post yesterday, Emma, Megan K and I met up in The Plains, VA to cheer on the US in the FEI Nations Cup at the Great Meadow International CICO***. (Spoiler alert: US won!). As a bonus, the event was being used by the US Olympic Team as a final prep for the upcoming Rio Olympics.
Tight Lines / Will Coleman
I think it's safe to say that Emma, Megan and I had a great time at the event. The weather was gorgeous (Low humidity! Under 90 degrees! Miracle of miracles!), the course was set up for spectating, and Emma packed a crazily brilliant spread of snacks.
Look! A pony!
Of course, the horses were the real stars of the day (though, I'll never forget you crab chips!) We were sad to learn of some of the issues on course, though many seemed to happen at expected trouble spots. Like the massive corners. Whew. What a tough line!
LCC Barnaby, and seemingly difficult ride, asking  local rider Lillian Heard "Who put that bush there?!"
The corners were massive, and set at a slightly bending line. Riders really had to come in accurately and confidently to hit their mark with enough power to get through. Despite the difficulty, the question was super horse friendly. The corners seemed to read really well, and the wide open space gave the horses the option to run out easily if something in the approach wasn't right. Poor Boyd fell victim to that... (full results here)

Still much of the course was super inviting, though huge. It certainly seemed much easier than Rolex, in my unqualified ammy dressage-rider option!
Castle Larchfield Purdy / Lauren Billys
If you ever get the chance to spectate this event, I'd recommend going. It was very friendly, with the course winding around in such a way as to allow several combos to be visible at once. Plus, there were foxhounds!
Not sure if I lusted more after the hounds or the horses!
I've put together a fun slow motion compilation of some of my favorite moments of the day, included below. I think it's a fun little 3 minute break, guaranteed to bring a little joy and energy into your day!
Riders featured (in order of appearance): Lauren Kieffer/Meadowbrook's Scarlet; Alexandra Knowles/Sound Prospect; Lauren Kieffer/Veronica; Phillip Dutton/Mighty Nice; Holly Payne/Never Outfoxed; Waylon Roberts/Kelecyn Cognac; Will Coleman/Tight Lines; Boyd Martin/Welcome Shadow; Lillian Heard/LCC Barnaby; Hannah Sue Burnett/Under Suspection; Marilyn Little/Demeter; Clark Montgomery/Loughan Glen