Horse Life

Discussion Board: Biggest Fears

When I came back to riding as an adult (at age 25), my immediate fear was falling off. My days of youthful invincibility were long behind me and I would find myself holding back on things that, as a kid/teen, wouldn’t have made me think twice, like cantering a fresh horse or raising a jump past itty bitty. As an adult/wife/mom, getting hurt means doctor’s bills, missing work, and making my family’s life quite a bit harder. And death would suck. So I’d let myself “go there,” and envision the consequences of taking a risk. And it limited me for a LONG time.

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“Whoa, this trotting is out of control,” – Me, probably (circa 2010)

Enjoy this absolute blast from the past at my expense. This is EIGHT YEARS ago, on the first horse I owned, Jester. I think this was his second time jumping ever, but seriously…WTF am I doing?!

So anyway. Clearly Jester was a saint, right? But if he so much as looked at me sideways, I was all, “Better be safe and not ride.” Because clearly he was out for blood.

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Like that time he toted my 3 year old around in his first leadline class. Total maniac.

Yep, my self-preservation instincts were incredibly high, to say the least. As long as I stuck to only doing safe stuff on safe horses, I’d be totally fine.

Then I broke my ankle JOGGING IN A GYM.

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Clearly we’re meant to be. We even sync up our injuries

Really, though. My fears have definitely changed over the years, as I got comfortable with riding again. I no longer think about falling off or get freaked that my horse could spook. I don’t look at fences (ok, except tables) and think, “What if we crash and get hurt?”

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Like when I FREAKED over this “table” at our first BN, then after it was all over, Amanda pointed out that it was an option #AdultAmmyProblems

Oooohhh no. That’d be way too rational of a fear. Instead, I make sure to keep things as mentally disabling as possible and instead have this nagging knot of doom in my stomach that I’ll never be any good.

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No idea why I have this fear. Oh right. Because this was supposed to be a ONE STRIDE

 

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I also specialize in getting left behind
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But only if I’m not trying to make out with P’s neck. Because THAT’S a good look.

It took me two years of bopping P over things like this these…

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…before I was comfortable with anything else. A lot happened in those 2 years that set us back and while logically I realize those were valuable lessons I learned (albeit, the hard way), I’m a bit resentful that I essentially wasted “so much” time.

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Like when I finished this XC course with a huge smile on my face, and was then made fun of by my trainer at the time that it was “just starter.” Ya, totes helpful.

I remember the day the still-new-to-me-trainer-who-is-terrifyingly-better-than-I-will-ever-be set the below exercise and I almost fainted at the height:

And once I realized that this guy wasn’t going to spend lessons making fun of me or insinuating that the horse was so much better than I was, I starting filling that role on my own and continuously put myself down. I’d do it to take the sting out of messing something up, but I’m starting to see that while yes, it’s ok to make fun of yourself, moderation is key. I have the tendency to take things way too seriously, so I swung the exact opposite way, which, turns out, is just as unhelpful.

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Me, always

Because (takes deep breath)… while riding is and always will be just a hobby for me, I do want to move onwards and upwards. Do bigger and more technical things. So I stopped looking at jumps and telling myself how large they were. Sometimes that meant not looking at the jump altogether (#survivaltactics), but it mostly meant making a conscious effort to be less self-deprecating. When I’d get directed to ride a certain exercise that looked daunting, instead of saying something like, “Ok, watch this me screw this up royally,” I’d swallow any sarcastic response and just say, “Ok.”

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Props to me: I DO have excellent eq while riding blind in a T-Rex suit.

And for while, P & I were definitely headed in an upward trajectory.

I got braver about pushing myself out of my comfort zone while riding on my own:

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Like when I set jumps to 3′ without thinking

Buckled down in lessons, including switching to working solely with Trainer B to help fill in some foundational/dressage holes we had:

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FINALLY started riding more forward:

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Dragged P to jumper shows so I could get some additional course time over larger fences:

Etcetera.

Then:

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Stall rest for eternity

And I tried to stay in riding shape with BO’s awesome guy, S.

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Which worked for a couple months. I even took him to his first ever HT at BN, which alone was a huge mental win for me, considering it had taken me 2 years to get there with my own horse.

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But S found himself on stall rest along with P after a series-of-unfortunate events involving a joint injection gone wrong and a confrontation with a copper head.

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Because gray horses suck

And I found myself despairing again.

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There’s only so much of THIS that one person can take

So I’m back in my hole of I’ll-Never-Be-Any-Good, as irrational as it may be, and will probably remain here until I can get back to doing anything besides w/t around an arena for 35 minutes.

So in the meantime, since misery loves company, I’ve GOT to know:

What’s YOUR biggest fear?

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Weekend Fun

This was the first dry(ish) weekend that I can remember in a long time, so naturally it was ALL spent at the barn.

Saturday I spent the ride time re-installing the half-halt on P. Thanks to some (expected) weakness, he either trots like a bat out of hell or he stops. It was nice to ride with some purpose for once! It was also the first time he’s been ridden with NO ace in his system and he was a rockstar. Being outside has completely made all the difference.

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Totally more fun to ride with friends, too

Then I spent a good hour designing and creating a new jump course for, well, everyone else to enjoy.

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Though no one was too happy with my jump heights and they all eventually got lowered. Still was good to know I still see 2’6″ and 3′ as the same thing for when I get back to jumping

The arena at the barn is amazing. Perfect footing no matter how much rain gets dumped on it, and the owners are meticulous about watering and dragging it. Even though I’m dying to ride outside again, I’m incredibly thankful I still get to ride at all, thanks to this place.

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My jump course! And a gymnastics on the side. I spot a grey stalker in the top right corner

Sunday I went out and played jump crew/instructor for BO and got to experience the joy of yelling, “GO FASTER” repeatedly. And then I got to see, from the non-riding perspective, how much of a difference a more forward canter really does make. Gave me more of an appreciation for Trainer B, since the poor guy has probably yelled that at me 2 zillionty times.

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Riding on my own…
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Versus when I know I’m being watched

Then everyone else was done riding and I was facing a rehab session alone in the arena. The time whips by when I’m riding with others, but draaaaags on when I’m alone. So I brought an old friend with me.

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And P was all, “Hey, I know you!” and nuzzled it

P hasn’t seen T-Rex since June of last year, so I figured this would be the perfect time. No sedation, it was cold and windy, plus BO, her husband, my husband, and her father-in-law were cutting down a huge tree just right up the driveway from the arena. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

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Husband had a blast helping cut down this massive beast

So I pulled out the suit and put it on in front of P, to see how he’d react and…

I ended up not getting on him in the end. While P was fine with the suit, S (who was in the pasture across from the arena) was definitely not ok with it- there was much running, bucking, and snorting and I didn’t want to be in a precarious situation, should P choose to be persuaded to follow suit. He probably would’ve been just fine, based on how he was when I took off the suit and hopped on, but still, it was only day 2 of no sedation.

It was phenomenal to see that the old P was still in there- undeterred by blowup suits, disappearing humans, all during the chaos of huge tree branches falling which was causing other horses to take off. I definitely think he can remain unsedated for rehab from now on.

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He goes back this Thursday for his 10 week re-check, and we’ll see what’s in store for us after that!

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2018 Cost Recap

Because I love torturing myself, for the last couple years I’ve broken down my annual expenses. Why? NO CLUE BUT I KEEP DOING IT. So without further ado:

Boarding: $8,200

I board at an incredible facility and pay $650/month, but since P has been on stall rest for the last few months, I pay extra to help with the cost of extra bedding and hay.

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Farrier: $1,680

P gets shod with steel shoes w/clips on all 4 feet every 5 weeks and my farrier is amazing. Since P’s suspensory thing, he’s had to have his hind feet in egg bar shoes but I don’t think that’s permanent.

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That time he twisted his shoe (on his RH naturally) and was stepping on the clip…and it took both BO’s husband and I to get it off

Registration/Memberships: $234

This really just includes USEA and USRider annual fees.

Insurance: $804

LIFESAVER.

Tack/Gear: $1,761

I actually didn’t spend too much throughout the year, and didn’t have any major purchases like a saddle, but I DID go a little nuts around Black Friday.

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Such as my new tootsie wrappers

Supplements: $700

For the first half of the year P was on SmartCalm, FatCat and U-Shield. I discontinued the SmartCalm/FatCat a few months ago, but he’s stayed on the U-Shield consistently. I *did* just order MagRestore to see if it will help with his aversion to being groomed.

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P when he sees a brush or the hose come out

Shows/Schooling Fees: $2,554

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Last good show with P before his diagnosis

In 2018, P went to 7 shows and I took S to 2, then XC schooling 2x. This also includes stall fees/RV hookups fees, since I didn’t spend one penny on hotels (thanks to my fab trailer).

Lessons/Training Rides/Coaching: $2,775

I pay a lot of money to hear “Go faster” on a loop.

Totally kidding. Trainer B’s coaching/training/riding is worth every penny.

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Trainer B’s assistant trainer, courtesy of If the Bonnet Fits

Horse Trailer Reno: $751

Another expense completely worth it. That includes all the supplies Husband needed to transform my dressing room into a fabulous mini-LQ, as well as things like the curtains, mini-fridge and lights.

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Vet: $1,549

Ouch. About $1,000 of that was just diagnostics (pre-Tryon Hospital) with 2 different vets, the hock injections, etc. P was diagnosed with the suspensory injury from Tryon Equine Hospital, and they’ve done all his follow up, which has cost $3,162 so far, but thanks to insurance, after my deductible of $375 I just send them all my invoices!

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Finally outside!

Truck: $8,928

As always, this isn’t strictly a horse expense, since I do use the truck for daily driving. But I *definitely* wouldn’t have this truck if I didn’t have a horse.

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Even though I love my Big Dustina, youz iz expeeeensive, gurl

Total: $31,116

Compared to 2017, where I spent $43,945 (truck included), it’s an improvement but still…

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SUCCESS!

Two posts in a row with the title all in caps. Obnoxious, maybe, but also totes necessary. Because P went outside and didn’t die!

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I got to the barn at 1, gave P a generous dose of Ace, then grabbed the bottle of wine BO had thoughtfully gifted me and headed down to the arena to distract myself while the drugs kicked in.

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This is why I love boarding at an adults-only barn

Thanks to a few awesome friends + the most hilarious group text ever, the 45 minutes of waiting for the Ace to take effect passed by in a flash. Michele, Sara, and Bette– you guys absolutely rock.

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Like this gem. They had me in stitches for several hours

Then IT WAS TIME. Since August 30th, every time P has stepped outside his stall, I’ve been tethered to him in some way. Either I’m ON him or hanging on to him. So unclipping that lead rope and backing away was really hard. It was harder to exit the round pen than it was to drop my kid off on his first day of school. Maybe that makes me a terrible mom or too attached to my horse, but hey, just being honest here.

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Hay stretcher + alfalfa cubes = horse crack

P was too obsessed with the mash BO had made him to do anything but stand there and gulp it down. Once he finished, I fully expected fireworks to start then…

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He swung the feed pan around for a little while, then once he realized it was actually gone and started walking around, I tensed up, because surely this was it….

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And that’s really the whole shebang. He got to stay out for a total of 4 hours, which was more than I expected. The vet had said a few hours, depending on how he acted. But even though the Ace surely didn’t last that long, he still kept his brain, even when horses around him started running. He did have a mini-spook when he was right next to the barn dog and she started barking. But it was 4 steps then he got distracted by hay.

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And when I went down to the arena to set cross-rails for a couple of people riding, he just stared at me like the stalker he’s always been.

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I figured once he got away from me, he’d be in heaven. For 5 months now, my presence has meant a prick of the needle, monotonous walking/trotting around the arena, then being locked back in his stall. So this moment was gold for me:

He’ll hang in the round pen for awhile until the pastures dry out more, but between horses surrounding him, the never-ending hay BO supplies, the grass around the edges of the round pen, and the general outside-ness of it all, I think P’s going to enjoy this next phase of rehab.

Plus he’s now going to canter for TWO minutes every other day.

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Obsessive Compulsive Planning to Not Plan. Or Something.

I’ve always been an avid planner. While I do have my spontaneous moments, you’d better appreciate each one because they’re not all that common.

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My life is extra enjoyable when I get to make lists also. The more detailed, the better.

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Me looking at all my completed lists

At the beginning of each year, I create a new spreadsheet with all the shows I could possibly go to that year, and then I update once every month or so as new dates get added. Schooling HTs, CTs, Jumpers, Recognized HTs…it all goes into one place. I list the location, distance from barn, costs, and note any possible conflicts.

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Last updated 8/18/18…end of year options. Womp womp

So this stage of not knowing what comes next is killing me. KILLING ME, I tell you. I’m itching to make my list.

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The timing of P’s injury has been both a blessing and a curse. It’s definitely not ideal to first turn your horse out after 138 days in a stall during the winter/rainy season, and I fully admit to already having nightmares about the whole shebang.

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Clearly P needs my guidance to not be an idiot

But the blessing part is that for quite awhile P will be doing nothing but building fitness. Aka, long walks, lots of hacking out (which will be a welcome change from the arena), lots of boring work that just takes time.  And that boring stuff will be happening while Trainer B is down in Florida for the next couple of months, so we won’t be missing out on too many training opportunities, competitions, etc. So for that, I’m thankful.

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While P does make an excellent hiking companion, I’m hoping for more saddle time

 

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Can’t wait to return to this view…
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…And build that fitness back up

After talking with Trainer B at length the other day (where I babbled on and on about drug dosages for his first turnout…might’ve mentioned getting a tranq gun, and was then reassured that yes, Dr. H actually DOES knows what he’s doing and that yes, P WILL be able to handle some trotting/cantering around a paddock. In other words, “calm yo’self”), he expects P to be cleared for more cantering/trot poles/cavaletti at his next check up at the end of this month. And his work load will only increase from there, with the expectation that P will be able to start jumping either before or right around the time he gets back.

Where I will happily hand him the reins.

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They love each other. And yes, I was lounging in a chair while taping this. And it was GLORIOUS.

The last time P jumped a jump was when we had been eliminated on XC at a baby log. Second elimination on XC in 7 days. So we didn’t exactly go out on a high note.

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You know your course will *definitely* go well when this is how jump #1 goes

Especially considering a short 3 weeks prior, he had nailed the Novice version of this like a boss.

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Just in case you forgot what this picture looked like.

I just want his reintroduction to jumping to be as smooth as possible, and know that if I’m this neurotic about P being lazy about trotting, then there’s no telling what I’ll do to a fence. Hell, I never know what I’ll do to a fence.

And then will, in all likelihood, commission B to take P in his first horse trial back as well, since I definitely get show nerves and again, just want everything to go as smoothly as possible for P. Key difference there between Trainer B and I.

Me before dressage: ::drills myself on dressage test repeatedly. Knows test forwards, backwards, and from any point in the middle. Goes down centerline and panics about which way to turn. ::

Trainer B before dressage: Hey, is this the test where I turn left or something? Cool. ::Goes in and wins.::

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Though with P soon being able to rejoin the land of the living (aka, the pasture), I maaay or may not be considering some dressage shows in the meantime.

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Throwback to P’s first show ever, doing Intro B in 2015. Pretty sure this is what we’ll look like.
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And maybe will be able to get back to this before long.
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Though the two of us seriously need to close our mouths. I wonder how many bugs we’ve swallowed between the two of us.
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Hoping we can avoid this particular move in 2019

did go ahead and sign up to volunteer this Saturday at a CT being held at Carolina Horse Park. It’s about a 2 hour drive from my house, which is why I really never volunteer, but at this point I’m sort of desperate to do anything horse-related that doesn’t include me thinking about a certain someone’s tendon.

get-out-of-my-head-300x224I hate driving but at the same time do have some catching up to do on audio books/podcasts, plus I give one hell of a live concert- maybe it won’t be so bad and I’ll be inclined to do it more often. CHP gives a $25 voucher per volunteering day, so if I can rack those up and get some good juju going, maybe the Riding Gods will smile upon me and P will actually be cleared for competing.

boys-this-plan-is-foolproofSo while I get a little green with envy while reading everyone else’s goals and plans for the upcoming year, I guess I have the tiniest bit of one myself. And I’m probably going to go ahead and make the competition list anyway. Just in case.
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The Day My Heart Condition Developed

Guys. Let me tell you about P’s first canter after 125 days of stall rest, aka the story of NOT ENOUGH DRUGS.

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Unfortunately I wasn’t wise enough to ask anyone to video. A video could best tell this harrowing tale of a horse who realizes that for the first time in forever, he’s being asked to go faster than usual and has flashbacks of his old glory days of yore (aka racing, where he won a whopping $17,000 in 11 starts…aka he sucked at it). But you’ll have to settle for my words.

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So for the 3 weeks leading up to Cantering Day, P has been on the following schedule:

Minutes 0-10: Walk

Minutes 10-15: Trot

Minutes 15-20: Walk

Minutes: 20-25 Trot

Minutes 25-30: Walk

Minutes: 30-35: Trot

Minutes 35-40: Walk

Exhilarating, I know.

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So for the canter, we were supposed to replace the middle trot set with one minute of canter. Total. Not one minute each lead. Oh, and only canter every other day. Not even every day. Contain your excitement.

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So leading up to the canter, all day I’m super nervous. What if he’s lame? What if this MAKES him lame?

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Actual picture of me the day of the First Canter

So the Big Moment arrives: a few circles of trot, then I oh-so-timidly asked him for the left lead canter.

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Pretty sure I turned this color from holding my breath

And P goes into this super calm canter, canters a few large circles, and comes right back to the trot.

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Someone is such a grown up, amirite? I was bursting with pride at my super mature poneh.

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So I turn him around, ask him to trot a few circles then ask him to canter. And P…TAKES OFF. That video of his spook from last week had NOTHING on this. All 4 off the floor and me, helpless, not being able to make any sudden movements…just glancing at my stopwatch periodically and watching a minute tick by…a minute and 30 seconds…until P was all, “Oh, this wasn’t what you meant? Cool, let’s just do an extended trot. No? Ok, regular trot. No? Walk? FINE.”

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P’s actual expression

I swear my life is now shortened by 30 years AT LEAST.

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The next day, I only rode him for the beginning walk, then hopped off to lunge him at the trot so I could stare obsessively at his right hind. And he was all, “canter now? Canter now?” but stayed in the trot so long as I did a zillion transitions so he wouldn’t get faster and faster.
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And the next day when I cantered him (on the lunge)? Perfect gentleman. And still sound, thank the good Lord above.

Then yesterday when I hopped on and asked him to trot for his first set, he would shuffle a few steps, then break to the walk. And I FREAKED.

“He’s lame, he’s hurting. Clearly he’s on death’s door because what horse in their right mind doesn’t want to trot at the EXACT MOMENT MY WATCH SAYS 5:00? I’ve done all this work, I’ve kept him jailed in a stall for 130 days, and he’s lame and we’re going to have to start all over and MY WHOLE LIFE IS RUINED BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT TO TROT.”
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BO (once I finally got him going): He looks totally sound. He actually looks really good.

The closer we get to completing rehab, the more neurotic I find myself becoming. I think this will all get exponentially easier once he starts going outside again, so if we can make it through these next 8 days, hopefully I’ll be able to CALM THE F DOWN.

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EIGHT DAYS, GUYS. EIGHT DAYS.

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Needing a Post-Vacation Vacation

After 12 days off work, having family come in from Chicago, hosting Christmas at our house with family/friends, and closing on the sale of our rental home, I’m making myself post before heading off to check out what everyone else has been up to. While it was great to stay home this year (usually we go to Chicago for Christmas), it was almost as exhausting to stay home! Husband and I started off looking like this:

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But ended feeling like this:

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#holidayfeelings courtesy of the Tiniest Dictator

And speaking of the Tiniest Dictator, one of my favorite moments of the last few weeks was his first official riding lesson! Due to P’s current state of unpredictability, he hasn’t been able to ride him for the past couple months…which angers the T.D. greatly. So BO put him on the World’s Biggest But Gentlest Lesson Angel and gave him a lunge lesson. And it was ADORABLE.

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Disclaimer: The T.D. is a strange child who, if Husband or I are around, will typically not speak to anyone, including BO. So we hid up at the barn to watch/take videos so that he would actually acknowledge BO’s presence.

Balancing exercises at the walk (methinks I need to do this!):

And a little trot:

The next day he came out with me to the barn and when I started getting P tacked up he goes, “Which horse am I riding?”

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He got a riding helmet for Christmas and now demands to ride every day. So it begins.

He’ll probably reach Training level before I do.

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P is still doing alright. He is currently going through a phase where he pretends he has no idea what contact is and spends our walk times trying to drag the reins through my hands #stallrestproblems Normally I would do things like transitions or changes of direction to keep him moving properly but alas, rehabbing tendon and all. One horrible habit I’ve always had is loose/open fingers, so this at least is getting me to keep them closed.

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We do our final 10 minutes in the dressage arena. Not sure this look is going to cut it when he gets back to showing.

But the other day, P just COULDN’T EVEN:

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The look on my face is quite clear: If you re-injure yourself after the last 125 miserable days, I will shoot you.
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P: YOU WILL NEVER TAKE MY FREEDOM

No, it wasn’t a horrible spook. And it lasted all of 4 seconds. But I swear I heard tendon fibers tearing with every stride. I can still hear them. Because I’m neurotic like that at this point. But he’s fine and has trotted totally sound ever since. I swear though, my nerves can’t take this much longer.

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And speaking of nerves…this afternoon will be his first day cantering (on purpose)! One whole minute every other day…exhilarating, right?

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Will at least be more exciting than this

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday-here’s to 2019!

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Bloghop: Favorites of 2018

I’ve legit been writing ONE post for the last TWO.WEEKS. Organizing the media for said post has been the death of me, so thankfully Amanda started a bloghop where I can just use pictures I already have.

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Clearly 2018 has been a mixture of some pretty high highs and currently we’re making our way back up to the surface after a pretty deep low. I was struggling with how to write a recap of the year, because well, life sorta sucks all around when your horse has been on stall rest 112 days and the last 27 days are dragging on super slowly.

So without further ado…

Favorite show picture.

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Show of hands- who’s surprised I chose this one? Yeah, exactly no one. Because I love it. It’s literally my profile picture for everything and has been since it was taken in June- Instagram, Facebook., this blog…even the software program my CrossFit gym uses to track members’ results. Every single CrossFit member knows I jump huge solid obstacles. They better not forget that.

Favorite non-show picture


Driving

This picture could be best described as “typical downtime.” Some people work on perfecting 20m circles or getting the correct bend. I ride my horse bareback in an inflatable dinosaur suit, while asking him to pull an arena drag.

Favorite thing you bought.

Before:

After:

I already had the trailer, but we bought all the materials for Husband to turn the dressing room into some pretty amazing mini living quarters. It was absolutely worth all of Husband’s blood, sweat and tears.

Favorite moment on horseback.

Finishing our first Novice, no question. After staying at Starter for 2 years and having sort of a rough go of everything, I really never expected to get around Novice. I watch this snippet of the last 4 jumps nearly every day and my favorite part is how P digs in after the last jump to cross the finish line. I totes had tears in my eyes when we landed so I’m glad he found the finish line. Even if the speed was unnecessary (we had quite a few speed faults as it was).

Favorite moment out of the saddle.

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When Trainer B took P around his first Novice in Virginia. P finished 6th in a huge field of 25, with lots of big name pros riding their fancy young horses. This was the second to last jump, and definitely one of my favorites.

Favorite “between the ears” picture.

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This was a surprise jump for me. We were XC schooling and Trainer B told me to gallop up the hill and look for the light colored log. When I saw it, my first instinct was to ABORT MISSION. But we ended up nailing it.

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Had to sneak that second picture in there as proof

Favorite horse book or article.

91OM5LEYOtLI purchased this back in 2010 when I first got back into riding as an adult. I didn’t have access to a trainer so I would highlight certain phrases and make Husband (or some other innocent bystander) stand ringside and read the highlighted parts to me while I rode. I still pick it up if I’m struggling with a concept because the imagery used in the book is amazing.

Favorite horse ridden (or groomed/cared for) aside from your own.

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Of course that goes to S. When P got sidelined, S got pulled from being a pasture puff to completing his first ever horse trial (including his first time seeing an XC course that same weekend) in like 6 weeks.

Unfortunately, after some lameness post-stifle-injection-gone-wrong, he’s currently dealing with a bout of cellulitis which has landed him on stall rest along with P.

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Tongue-Out Tuesday, courtesy of the Stall Rest Twins. Taking their bromance to a new level.

Favorite funny picture of your horse.

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This just so perfectly captures P’s personality. He absolutely LOVES the snow. It recently snowed here and on our walks to and from the barn and arena for rehab sessions, he’d try to drag me to all the snow piles to stick his nose in.

Favorite fence that you successfully jumped or movement that you conquered.
P8

Besides the Novice table from the picture above (I didn’t even look at it during the course walk), definitely P’s first Trakehner. You just sort of never know what’s going to happen with new fences, so this was a pleasant surprise.

Favorite horse meme or funny picture.

MemeHusband always says P is an ass. Sure, P’s a bit mouthy (not a biter, but will lip you to death) and ok, he does routinely steals Husband’s food. But Husband also does things like this to him, so I feel like they’re even.

Bring on 2019!

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TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE

I may or not be blind.

So this AM, I’m ridding Big Dustina of a few weeks worth of accumulated trash

Shoutout to my trusty gal

And I happen upon P’s last set of discharge instructions from Tryon. Now, I feel like I’ve read and reread these a thousand times. I had to, to recap the visit a couple posts back. But as I’m walking back through the garage to stick these in the house, skimming the page…some words suddenly stuck a different nerve in my brain (or however science works)

Note the phrase “after 2 weeks of canter.”

So I went back and double checked my earlier self- and yep, these instructions call for 4 weeks of cantering before re-check.

So, was I wrong before? Could it be that P can actually begin turnout two weeks EARLIER than I originally thought?

I have a call in to Tryon, to be absolutely positive, but tell me what you see!