Plus, I get to practice my photography skills.
I started the morning off with a 10 a.m. lesson. By the time I rolled into the barn, I'd already been up for a long while - having driven out to BFE Amish Country to retrieve my saddle that morning (hooray newly stitched on billets!). Guinness was in the far, far, far corner of the property, and I set off with a halter to capture him.
|Not me ...|
Once he was safely captured (ha, he comes to me. No capture required), I decided that walking back to the barn through the wet grass wasn't something I really wanted to do. So, I hopped on him bareback and without a helmet. Like a responsible person. This went well until the other gelding in the pasture (who is crotchety and mean and really hates other geldings) pinned his ears and rushed Guinness as we strolled about 50 yards from him. Pig reacted like any animal not wanting to be bitten, and spun to move out of the way. Being bareback and helmetless (I know, I know ...), I decided that the valiant thing would be not to try to save the situation and instead to take the fall.
A fall of five feet.
Directly onto my butt.
In almost white breeches.
Into wet grass.
After I chased off the offending gelding (he's really a problem), I laughed it off and headed back to the barn. Minus a huge muscle knot in the fattiest part of my butt (I aim well!), I've no injuries. Honestly for my first fall in almost three years, I feel like I got off really easy. Guinness was incredibly worried about me, too. He's always so apologetic after he hurts me.
Nancy laughed when I told her I'd already gotten my fall out of the way for the day, and was ready to have a tough lesson. Which is good, because she certainly didn't pull any punches! A quick discussion about what I've been working on (not giving away my right rein so much, being top of the list), and we dove right to work.
(I'm going to pause here and apologize if some of this is disjointed and awkward analysis. I haven't had a lot of time to process, and really wanted to get this out.)
Starting with leg yields, Nancy firmed up our work with these. While still not perfect, they are getting better and less dramatic with each ride. She pinpointed my weaknesses of keeping both legs on and my wishy-washy outside rein as the main culprits. Instead of focusing on those things, though, she gave us an exercise to establish straightness: Start on rail, leg yield three steps off the rail. Then, switch and yield back to the rail. When doing this, she had me emphasize straightness, almost to a counter bend. This was especially so to the right, where I tended to give my right rein. The "counterbend" forced me to keep that outside rein, kept us straight and allowed Pig's shoulders to be free and lead the movement strongly. (See video below for an excerpt of our work on this.)
Whoa, boy. This was tough. My abs were actually sore on Sunday and Monday from holding myself UP. Hopefully they are stronger now, as Nancy reminded me that this is the position I need to be riding in all the time, not just when we are working on mini collection. We aren't really to collection, yet. But this is certainly a fun tool to work with, and will hopefully help me a lot on our lengthenings.
One of the biggest points that I took away from the entire lesson regarded holding the reins. Pointing out that I looked as though I was pulling backwards on the reins with my arms, Nancy reminded me to pull my shoulders down my back. I did so, then she hit me with a bombshell. "Hold the reins with your hands. You can't hold the reins with your arms. Your can only hold the reins in your hands, and feel the contact in your core" This is such a subtle change, but it was amazing how much it helped me to relax through my arms and hold my reins softly. Guinness picked up on the change quickly, too. I also noticed that I was less inclined to give away my right rein while holding the reins this way. It's not so much a position to think of, but a focus. If I think of the feeling of Guinness' mouth in my hands more like holding water, and sit up straight, I can feel the pressure of the contact in my midsection. It almost ties us together. This is the neatest feeling ...